You are my succour from pain,you are my reason of my life living,you are my strength that belays my fear,you are my heart that beats as one,you are the one that inspired me to seek success and thaught me to overcome fear and emptiness when you not near! Why must the rose so soon complete its role,droop and die at natures windsom will? Why did you say you love me if you knew you going to leave me? If often asked if you ever knew the love meaning,hollow heathen so full of hate which curdled deeds to investigate,what pain try you to eradicate,through the emptiness of words you relate. But you leave wetness in my eye,steal my sleep and thoughts when me awake. Suffer i the pain awake and asleep think well of sorrow too,for soon you shall be called reap,you may not but i love you!