“Should I write less often so you won’t get tired of me? Or should I write more often so you won’t forget me?”
It’s a difficult task to keep in touch with someone. I wish it wasn’t so.
Should I say that I love you?
Should I dare say it so?
Is there a reason?
For the times I let you go?
Is there not a day where time stands still?
For the seasons come and I’m wishing for more?
Did the skies turn gold and the sunsets of rose?
All wishing I could say I loved you — no.
Did the tides come back of the ocean coast?
Did the water not turn blue like the currents told?
I loved you.
Yet none shall know — what the hearts says like starlight’s glow
You missed me from times ago,
Like the shadows and the darkest lows,
Of the summers that has gone and go,
I wish you know I loved you so,
Dearly beloved of the merriest rose,
You’re sweet and soulful to the depths of coves,
Like ocean waves of the cities we met before,
I wish I could say how I loved you so,