I do think of you fondly from time to time, my dear
Your broken heart is etched into my heart...
A piece of me will always feel something towards you
Perhaps it is a silent hatred or a soft fondness...
The betrayal will never leave
But a small intricate part of me
Will always feel some emotion for you
And I pray to God you know that
My sweet Art,
You were my very first...
I'm not quite sure what to call what we were, Art
But we were certainly something grand
I could never call you a friend
Perhaps a self-discovery partner in crime?
Your persuasive art of making me fall in love with poetry and passion...
Your poetry carved into my soul.
Today marks the day we met
One year ago
When my soul was brought back to life
By your sweet, subtle touch...
Know this and know it well
I will always feel something for you, my sweet Art.