Tonight, my hand sways over a blank sheet
It matches the rhythm given by the time
Rumbles and croons over the lyrical past
Keeping the things that are worth to keep

Inch by inch, my life was changed by your intimacy
I was in loved with your fondness
I was moved by our endearment
I would like to keep the things we used to nurture

The warmness suddenly abated
Like the flower which suddenly died
Everything was adequately managed
However you realized that the time was in mess

I miss the curve at your face
I hanker after our lovely moments
I crave for the affection you once gave
Hoping that those things would come back

Tonight, I tear a part inside of me
To put these feelings into expressions
To tell you how this poem was made
And to tell you that:
"I write because of our love that once existed."