You came to me,
In small box with holes.
We dreamt,
To go out on a million strolls.
You were a precious ball of sunshine,
The best boy who was truly mine.
All the dreams that we aspired,
Are now just mere dreams.
For you came to me in a small box,
And left just a week later.
Your exit created wounds,
Which won't heal for a million moons.
Life will never have the same shine,
Without the presence of someone truly mine.