By Arcassin Burnham

Out in a whisp,  I call your name,
Sitting under it would make a change,
For the both of us,
Its you or none of us,
For the strong affection we have under it,
When I love it's like....

looking up to a sky once blue,
begging for the world to turn back,
treating the heavens to a gift of life,

crying a name when it's only just a face,
ruining the things that you love,
staying and participating in the fight,

no need to put to rest or be afraid,
happiness and joyfulness can be restored,
we cant afford to lose you in other words die.

This mistletoe predicts our future.