sweetheart, buttercup, cutie pie,
these are the words,
I put in with a good morning,
so when you wake up,
you start the day smiling,
but now those words,
can never be said to anyone else,
because it reminds me of you,
even if you are not here to fall in love with

how could you leave,
you did not even say goodbye,
but even if you did,
I would ask,
how could you leave me?

O Romeo,
You fell in love at such young age,
And even sooner you left her,
Separated by death,
Yet you remained in our hearts,
As Juliet's Romeo,
For the choice you made,
And it was to end your life,
The life without Juliet,
The life you feared the most.

the suffering now,
will soon be mere feelings,
you will not matter anymore,
and
that is what terrifies me,
a me, who does not love you,
it has been so long,
since I met that me.

while one is waiting,
another is walking,
when another reaches,
one looks up to another,
yet continue waiting

now that
I have known love
by you
everything before
seems foolish
and
everything after
is not enough

I compare to you,
to my mum,
because
I love you enough,
to die for you,
And I love her enough,
to live for her