Time matures too...

The white bud seems ready to bloom,
with little pink shades here and there
The eagerness to witness what its gonna be trills

The little bud bloomed into a flower
so did this bud.
My liking for you turned into my love for you
and I get a feel this flower will never dry...

I did dare to love you,
I dared to love to live (with you)
now see what I have done to myself,
Even the lonely path(s) scare(s) me....