Mornings turn bitter,evenings turn sour and nights turn desolate this happens when you have a love but love is missing from it, when the touch begins to fade away like all the beautiful autum leaves in winter it falls to the ground only to be covered by a blanket of cold and forgeting ¿what was forgotten? The beauty that lies on the bottom of ice,the beauty that once was a warm spring rose in bloom the love that only two soulmates could give but alas it has faded into something you read in fairytales something of happy endings but never more shall it be that type of love ever again
