The world has continued to turn.
Some lives have gone by. Some have just started.
Not long before the sun will wake and put darkness to sleep.
Flowers from buds have now bloomed to beauty.
Leaves have dangled for quite long enough
until it fell.
Hot coffees have turned cold.
Rain from heavy and loud has now turned to soft hushes.
Stains on a white shirt is now close to fading.
Everything seems temporary.
I dont know about my love for you though.