up until now, i still find you tucked in my ponders
under rosy-pink skies, birds singing as they fly by.
up until now, i still find you dancing in my midnight reveries under starry nights; i wish of you for every shooting star that passes by.
up until now, i still listen to the songs you've sung, beneath treacherous hurricanes that you love, where storm clouds hung.
up until now, the image of you still lives inside my head,
your name trails down to my throat,
along with the words i never said.
"i love you," i wish i said.
up until now, i still wait for you.
for our love is anything but dead.