it was born of beauty
this most gentle affection
almost at a painful pace
i’d melt at his mere mention
he’d buy my coffee
as whispers fill the air
he’d lie next to me
his consideration so rare
i forget all of history’s mistakes
as i cross today’s date
an end to constant heartbreaks
and a silent prayer for peace
peace i am owed
for his treacherous words
love i have bestowed
while he is far far ...
