Given up-not quite.

It's been months since I've written,

I became lost in me,

A part that I was blinded to see.

I'm not that romantic anymore

To write poems about him.

We still speak...

I still think of him

Day and night

I desire him with my might.

Three years ago,

The almost eve of when we met

How you changed my life,

I shan't forget.

I'm glad I wrote the poems,

Our love has be frozen in time

You and I forever,

Bonded in rhyme.