If I could Rewind to 5 years ago, 

things would be just rightly so.

perfect and just plain, 

not new developing in every lain.

But just ordinary long days,

like when you were fresh in May.

like a flower, heavenly scented,

not a scar, or even dented.

You were an Angel in disquise,

the light shined within your eyes.

If I could rewind to 5 years ago,

I would wish you to know.

that your days are like a rose, 

every petal loosely froze.

every hour, really true,

but never actually new. 

When your days start to end,

you think of life, always misspend.

that unforgotten bay,

as life reaches its last day.

the final touch or journey mount,

when your days really count.