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 away lost in the fog alone in the deep bound by a promise that he couldn’t keep.