I sent my love in seven letters.
Scattered, torn apart, and burnt to pieces
you left me like these letters that never reached you.

And I've got a sixth sense for these type of things,
because you see
love is my second nature.

In five easy steps
you lit the flame
that burnt nature to the ground.

Through all four seasons,
especially when summer nights get cold
I'll be thinking of you.

So I'll leave you with three words
"I love you"

Maybe two more
"Be happy"

I'll write to you again,
one day.