Thoughts Within The End

Crescent Love

The memory of you will still be here

Oh, She was my dear serendipity

Though this feeling of mine its been a year

My desire for her was infinity

You are the muse in the back of my mind

I know loving you was perfectly wrong

Grace, I plead to you; My heart is confined

Save me from this pain that won't prolong

I started writing poems and songs about you

My muse, my melody, my symphony

I wish we could be so good to be true

She felt for herself its epiphany

Love, This will be my last letter to you

Sincerely, Ti Amo, I wished you just knew