Megan

First she was my friend. Then she was my love. Now she is a memory.

Megan

Thou art more great in beauty
Than any goddess of old,
Of heart you've taken hold
Awe of your kindness
Greatness of no less;

These words are but disgrace
To you so indescribable,
With glance, confusion becomes palpable,
Hope I have only be
To touch these lips to thee;

I hope our wishes be alike,
Move the clouds apart
And pray for just a start.