Time goes by as we all know,
and over time our love can grow
into something too great to bear
all I ask is that you care.
May you may, or may you not
many a battle I fought.
"But," I state
for I am late
to denounce my admiration.
"No longer shall I find you with upmost fascination."
And over time my love can fade
I'll still cherish the promise we made
we will remain as we are. . .
even though we are bazarre. . .
I can not say if it shows
although day after day it grows.
"But," I say
throughout the day
"That was all for you.
Looking back now I always knew."
Time slows down on certain days
and over time it turns to haze.
I know tomorrow varies,
we shall see what it carries.
"But," I ruse
ignite the fuse of this paper heart.
Many a day I toss and turn
and wonder what I thought I learned.
"Not a thing," I declare.
I wasn't fair
to ponder the notion of a love potion
and before long you'll hear the gong
but,
the clock strikes one
for the one task I left undone.
"But," I coo
The one thing left to do
Is tell you. . .
"I Love You."
"I do, please don't forget that. I need time away to sort myself out. I may not come back again. . .I'm so sorry. I know you're crying. . .don't. I don't want you to shed tears over me anymore."
Love, Vincent Diasuke Naoto.
