You have governed my thoughts in the evening, and have lord over my sentiments in the morning. And as a result of this, I am not ashamed to say that you are the inspiration of my finest song, and the reason for my greatest praise.
Love, please hold time in your hands and make this night perpetual, keep morning from arriving, so that me and my beloved can spend all night together.
It's been two years since I've had a glance of you, because you walked on me and broke all contacts. Your last words are still imprinted on my mind like it was yesterday.
It's been two years since I've uttered your name, because I'm afraid, afraid if I called out loud you might listen, and then you'll know how brittle my heart was for it broke the moment you left, and how hopeless I am for I am still waiting for a reply.
It's been two years since I've scribbled something beautiful, for now when I write, words which contains pain come out on paper; the words which contained love, words which were capable to make love to paper are nowhere to found.
It's been two years since I've asked to be held, because your embrace is what I wanted to die in, but the moment you walked breaking the same I've held myself together and decided not to fall again.
It's been two years since I've smiled, a real one; because your jokes used to make my stomach ache and your presence would make me smile ears to ears. But those things do not exist now.
Love, it's been two years, three months and seventeen days since I've lived.