6/26/2016

My Love,

You are like the beach sand running through my fingers:
Beautiful,
Wondrous,
Fleeting.

Fleeting, for the ticking of time to us is both friend and foe,
Bringing us closer together,
Bringing us closer to our part.

On the fateful day when we do depart,
I want you to remember one thing…

Remember that I loved you.
That to you I gave the most precious gift one could give,
My heart.