I use to love writing..
Stories about us two.
How bittersweet beginnings..
Happy endings were true..
I wrote about your smile in summer, that feeling..
That kept coming back..
Glimmered like sunshine..
Your firm grip, hands tight when you held mine.

Graceful as the flower dance.
As if were in a mellow trance.
In the peaceful meadows like the wind..
That feeling, it keeps coming back again......
Your arms gently rubbed my skin...
I was so high
As you hold me near...
My heart skipped a beat..
Everything..
Yes everything!,was clear.
No wonder, i keep on falling..
I fell and fell for you..
And still
I use to love our stories...
I believe those were true..
My heart started to falter...
I lost myself in the middle...
But then... There was You