guess our meetings
will always lead us,
to an end?
but here it must be said,
you were never something—
that i regret,
forget,
or hate afterward
you'll always live forever in me
our love was once growing,
even though, in the end,
it had to stop
i admire you always;
in everything you do,
you always look great,
at least in my eyes
i cherish you always;
in everything you did,
you gave me things,
i didn't know i needed
all these meetings,
were filled with love—it grew within me,
and there will always be
a garden of it inside me
i thank you, thousand times. and i love you, always. :)