In our visionary minds,
we think we know it.
And when we feel secure.
That's when we show it.

Love was,
in the way I gave to you unselfishly.
Not like those that wants something in return.
A payback on ways they get satified.

Love was,
when we first connected.
To me you was chosen.
Maybe to you I was a project that you felt needed nurturing.
But like a plant it grew.
Here I am still with you.

Love was,
when you touched my heart.
It was like a mesaage from above.

I've only gotten better with you.

To describe, what we have in past tense.
In reality and truth would make no sense.

Cause our love was,
meant to never end.
Especially when we knew going in the way it beginned.