Butter, like a fine piece of work
Is impacted upon the slim toast
Like grass on the soil
Like me with you.
For many years I've dream't
Unbeknownst of your presence,
Kneeling down before me,
And with those shine in your eyes,
Zig-zagging along the ground,
A fine snake trail leaves behind you.
Where did the time go?
And she still stares at me.
To my one and only love. Still there. Waiting...
— The End —