You are the beautiful rose I wish I would behold for more than a while but you always turn your back and look away, if only you could allow me, I would look into your eyes and put words to the unsung silence and unfold what is in my heart that which only my eyes speak of. but I cannot, my dear, for to you I am inadequate.
I chose to let you go, I let you pass, only because I saw that I was not good enough for you. You never gave me any chance to be who I am.