Her love was priceless, pure as gold.
Driven from the depths of a heart not so old.
Not sure what she wanted in life or how it would come about.
Just needed time to figure things out.
Her beauty was that of a rose,
with the softest petals to brush the nose.
Her innocence like that of a child,
yet she was grown up free and wild.
She had passion running through her veins .
A feeling as refreshing as the evening rains.
she always knew how to care, a sensitivity as soothing as the midnight air.
Though the promises she made, she intended to keep.
But know i believe, what the future holds we can not weep.
And now i can say letting go is the way when the heart has begun to stray.
