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