the poem that i promised you the one i never finished i wanted it perfect for you
the poem of your love the poem of our blossoming love was only of a simple flower and the big bright burning sun
you used to burn with passion and i was always warming my petals with your light i was always in bloom yearning to embrace you and you were always there smiling at me from above
but my sun has left and my petals have fallen
you are on the other side of the world and i am still where you left me