Back then,
in the years of young,
she was my everything.

Though the day was tiresome,
one glance at her,
would make me last the day.

If I was in need,
her company,
erased all my worried doubts.

Even an eternity,
wouldn't make up for one second
with her beside me.

When I was around her,
I felt complete.
She was the missing puzzle piece.
She was the Juliet to my Romeo,
and I was happy.

Back then,
in the years of young,
she was my everything.

But now,
she isn't anymore.