Write Byte: It'll always be about him in the end.

If I knew the color of love would be

Like cream in the sweetest coffee

If I knew the sound of love would be

Like sound waves between my shoulder blades

If I knew loves’ eye would

Twinkle like the eyes of a child

Then I would have never left love in the first place.

I’d love him until we both fell off the edge of the Earth

And would still love as I gasped and we fell

And in the ideal, as the angel’s claim their new angel

I would still love

And continue to shed the tears for the love lost forever.

I promise to never leave you ever again.