This was it, there was only us. Held hands and heard owe from public eye.
This was it, You told me the truth, over over bearing parents and kids who talk to much, are slowly but surely taring us apart.
This was it, after two life threating weeks, you asked for our happy ending to come back, return to our souls, and re-lite that fire we created from the start in our hearts.
This was it, We made our time together worth while, underneath the stars. Grasping every concept or angels, god and wanting more.
This was it, the last time I held your hand, that last time i saw those lovely blue eyes.
