One love sprouts in your head, rooted in your heart, then grew in your body.
And lived, until death, gave more than it wanted.
Another love, senseless. Though sweetest.
Hurt like death, last one hour only.
Yet worth a lifetime.
I used to think of him. What we used to do, what his eyes were like, his curved lips.
Looking at the sky, from horizon to heaven.
I will still remember that cloud, always.
It was white, moving in the sky.
This time, there wasn't much sorrow.
His love was such a wonderful memeory.
Enough for a lifetime.