She had forgotten every piece of memory we shared.
Torn by our parents, never to remember, nothing prospered.
We were young and love struck us blind.
Like children playing in a meadow, peaceful, in twine.
Running down the street I chased after.
Fast and energetic, you were spectacular.
When we were young, you used to tease me-
but really you loved me.
I called you a girl which made you furious-
trying to cover up, you became curious.
I studied your relationships in amazment-
deeply coped with the change in your development.
I wrote the first melody that began a love song-
To your surprise the ballad became headstrong-
Due to our love which was inspirational.
We could have had so much potential.