I left you.
You left me.
It was common agreement,
it was half sorted.
But ever since you left I've come to realise,
my flowers have been blooming,
my flowers are alive.
There are days I miss you,
though you were rather unkind.
Your soft, tender smile,
the lightness of your eyes.
Seasons may change,
but never you and I,
'cos love is everlasting,
love is amaranthine.