It was the 23rd day of March
You felt his warm and gentle touch
As the breezy wind clothed you
His frisky voice embraced thou

Ages after, there's something inside
Your heart you can't describe
No, it's not like you can't,
It's more like you're scared.

Aghast of the pain you once felt
From the young lad, an iniquity
He scarred you then, you nearly melt
Afraid of the feelings that remains sticky.

I wish to see your smile again,
With all your strengths,regain.
I'll stay with you forevermore
For you're my best bud, for a lifetime more.