In time …
You might not remember what she looked like ;

But you might never forget how she felt .

For she wasn’t a beautiful flower waiting to be admired ;

She was made of a million broken petals just hoping to be held .

For she wasn’t the promise of a perfect story with a happy ending ;

She was just an unwritten poem waiting to be told …

And while You loved her with all your heart;

She … she lived you in her soul !!