• The bright morning we first met, you and I,
    I looked at you, not knowing of our fate.
    If they be intertwined, in love or hate.
    Though back then, I was but another guy
    In the somber crowd. Through no fault of my
    Own, and though it happened quickly and late,
    I fell in love with you, and got a slate
    Which we filled with sweet whispers, that belie
    What you feel right now, though I still love thee
    Dearly. These memories I harbour now,
    Contain from my heart but a simple plea:
    To feel the warmth of your love, and allow
    These sweet sorrows to flow free from me
    And vanish. Yet I must live on, but how?