We look
upon the
the flowers,
thinking,
“I was once
you, before
my eyes
were known
to your
bloom”
the wind is
lifting the
petals
gently as
wanderers
of the sea,
the night
falls,
us and
them
are as
blinking
stars,
floating
almost
endlessly,
unaware
of the
lights
we give,
and yet,
unwavering.

I've been accused of loving too deep.
I know it.
I've been told I need to give you some space.
I know it.

Don't matter how much time we are apart.
My love will be unwavering.
Cause you controls my heart.

I just thought I tell you this.
You truly need to know it.

You could find another.
And if he should hurt you.
You still be welcome back.
My love is unwavering.
Where you are concern?

You deserve much more.
Then I can possibly give.
And , my love is the prize I am offering.