Phoebus was gone, all gone, his journey over

Recently I stumbled across this poem in the library. It’s written by an anonymous female writer.

“I shuddered at his touch. I felt the fear of it.

I trembled as if I knew the true terror of it.

I opened my arms wide and pressed him against my body.

Then I froze: I was ice, all ice. My blood drained into it.

He had fled. Here was my embrace—and there was nothing in it.

Fully awake now, I cried out loudly:

“Where are you fleeing to? Why are you rushing away?

Wait, wait for me. If you want, I can enter there.

Because the truth is, I want to live with you forever.”

I read these lines and thought that this is one of the most beautiful expressions that I have ever come across. If you want, read the whole poem and then you’d probably understand why.