I once have met a man of soul
a great of man who never made
a great impression the very first.

I once have met a man of pain
his story broke the heart of town
I heard him cry; it melts my heart
beneath the life no one have had.

I once have met a man of truth
his heart is pure when he have loved
in fact I once have heard, he said he loves
he uttered then the name I have.
I, then have felt what’s love in deed.

And though all the times have past
when all the songs have end
and all the shadows fade,
the love we used to share
will then
forever be remembered.

We will be remembered.
We’ll always be…

*For the man who taught me that love has no meaning at all, not unless you have known it by the heart, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You will forever be here, right here, drawn behind the pages of my every piece.