Be the arsonist of my soul.
Light me up.
Send that surge through every fiber of my being.
Engulf me.
Wrap me up in your presence
      then tie a knot so I can never escape.
Inject me with knowledge.
Mold me.
Transform me.
Tear me down just to rebuild me.
Leave me as a remnant.
Guide me.
Make me bold
...and never let me disappear again.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Long live ours
but the error is yours
and we were like love flower
though forgiveness is power
Sweet before ,now the taste is sour
together not for an hour
I thought this love can be strengthen
no it can't be lengthen .