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.