along the way of the journey,
you held my hand and kissed me.
we walked till our feet were planted blisters,
just two people stuck together.
the long distance we have taken,
made me see you again.
and in a shining new light i feel you,
as the walk gets harder to go through.
early in the morning one day,
the sun pointed at you with its ray.
you shined so bright,
and i knew that it felt right— you felt right.
al th ea, your name is not.
— The End —