Left the old self,
I am here for this real love.
Present and not on the shelf,
And not revealed from above.
We understood our past,
Because all can be gone so fast.
Longing for what we will be,
These honest feelings free.
Queens and kings will fall,
Before they can see our all.
Upon delicate wings we thrive,
Never felt this alive.
Dawns will come and go,
Dusks shall be ever slow.
My sun,
Your m...
