And your face, has been a picture in my mind since then.

This is a poem about you and for you.

Your grin, and the way it resonates,

Your warmth and the way I want to imagine you'd hold me...

Because you want to.

Je suis desole.

I run because for you, it would be unfair.

You wouldn't smile anymore,

You wouldn't look the way you did again.

This poem is for you and only you.

I can forgive me because I did no wrong.

You have the right not to forgive me because I did all wrong.

I would prefer to keep your pain at bay.

It's better not to think that way.

This poem is from me to you.

And the silver tower,

How it glistens,

I will wear it because... It means...

Much.

You shouldn't believe me after all.

In truth, I was truthful.

But the sense of mental infidelity is what killed me.

This is an ode to you.

And your smile,

And your grace,

And the passion that emanates from you.

I am green with envy,

For she,

She will love you more than you will ever know.