Complications define our choice.
Day by day, we fear.
True love needs no voice.
Each smile faithfully followed by tear.

Confusion muddles our tormented minds.
Day by day, we hope.
Yet we are windows housing unruly blinds.
We are the threads of fate, forever intertwined as rope.

Courageously we defy what others say.
Day by day, we trust.
But the ends of our rope must soon fray.
And we shall discover if such love was merely lust.

Countlessly, I think of you.
Day by day, I remember.
From your hello to my adieu...
My passion is a fire, and each memory an ember.