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 !!