I lay here in my somber bed.
Thoughts of you,
Stream through my head.
True love is but a name,
Given to those who know none of it.
To truly know of love,
You must first meet the one,
That makes the following true.
When you part,
In different ways,
Your heart and arms,
Will feel forever empty.
Till next time you meet again.
When you love thee,
To thy death,
You shan't forget her smile.
Or her smell. Or her touch.
You know love,
When every second part,
Brings pain and longing,
In every corner of your heart.
I say that I know love,
Only just is the word.
For the word has no meaning,
Anymore.
To my dearest, sweet K.P,
I shall love thee to the end. For every breath you take is my only reason,
To live this life.
True is my love,
As is my heart.
Nothing and everything,
cannot compare,
To the beauty that is all and fair.
If suns and stars,
Shine their bright,
Still none compare to your sweet,
Sweet light.
