I sit here in the dark,
Thinking of you.
Your soft brown hair,
Your soft, dark eyes,
Those eyes still make me smile.
Those eyes make me want to love you more.
Yet you have moved on,
to a new one.
I weep at the thought,
But I know as your love fades,
Mine still grows for I love you.
Even though I lost your love,
Mine for you still grows.