Passed a month and still my love grows.
Passed a month, and I'm still getting to know...
Your smiles and your grace,
And how the sun illuminates on your face.
You made me laugh and even burst,
But why does this love feel like it's cursed?
Is it because you still feel for that other one?
Or maybe I was afraid our love was done?
You made me hate and even cry,
But why, sometimes, do I want to die?
Because you loved him way back then...
Because you thought this was to make your heart mend?
Whatever the reason, I know not why...
Why I'll continue to love you, and pray it's not a lie...
But truth be known, I'll love you till our last January to numbing December,
And hope that one day "he'll" be a memory, that wont be remembered.
