As the sun rises up behind the mountains,
touching the flowers and raising their sleepy heads,
I tilt my face towards its warmth, storing it for the day ahead.

As the sun goes back down,
the flowers bow their heads again, dull petals shielding the core,
I sit as I sat before,
and say goodbye till another day as the moon comes out,
leaving a yearning for more.

If I told you all the things I wish I could
Would you look at me differently
If I told you all the things I wish I could
Would you look at me the way I look at you

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.