I found the letters you left behind.
I found the letters you wrote to me.
But when I looked for love,
I couldn't find the word.

I remember the time we spent alone.
I remember the warmth of your touch.
The gentle brush of your lips.
The sweet flagrance of your hair.
But I don't remember hearing the word love.

Maybe I didn't read the word.
Maybe I didn't hear the word.
But I fell in love in your arms,
And I felt loved.
In the end, that was enough.
For me.