While we know all stories must have an end,
I promise you that for you my love will never die.
I promise you that a part of me will always wish
To feel those soft lips...
Just once. But neither will this haunt or hurt me,
The way it once did. You, are the sky
and I am the freshly cut grass of spring.
While we know my desire must have an end,
I promise you that my love will never die.
You promise me that things will never change and you always wish
To feel my laugh...
every day. But neither will we loose nor gain,
but we will remain just as the closest petals do.
For we are the closest blossoms on the closest branches of a never ending spring.