Our

I guess Phoebus has blessed me, today.

Sitting in my chair, facing a blank paper,

With a pen damasked between my fingers,

I decided to inscribe our love.

I still remember our first meeting,

You were in black casuals,

Those honey dew eyes had caught my attention,

I felt like drowning in them.

You could've any women you wanted,

But you still chose me, to be yours.

I don't know where we went astray,

I wanted you to mend our broken love.

I've forgotten our blithe past,

I know you are so wretched as me.

As I heard the dirge,

I placed the white chrysanthemum flowers,

With teary red eyes on his grave,

Walking away was hard, so hard,

'Cause our love was unconditional,

I hope you'll rise like a Phoenix.