Faded visions of her remembrance consolidate in my head,

Love to feel but hate the feeling of every tear that she shed,

Wipe them away and then lay her to rest,

Beside her is I to console her my best,

Together laying eliminates stress,

Head under my neck listening to my heart in my chest,

A little kiss to the lips then we stop and refresh,

Tender and fragile touch when I flex,

Truly a best friend but she puts me being a man to the test,

Now let me contest to my thoughts and give you opinion,

Don’t fold to someone who you only find attractive,

Because personality can be an attraction,

Its what you fall for in love, selfishness, lust and anything in that faction,

Eventually a personality will lead to compassion, and compassion will under go a reaction fusing the emotions love and satisfaction, making compassion evolve into passion,

Now passion is desire and an uncontrollable emotion,

Like you are a fish and she is the ocean,

Her thoughts accumulate in your head like a volcano due for explosion,

Too long you have been away and these thoughts have eroded,

And just that one day, her body in your presence her figure re-molded,

Every time you see her your heart has been stolen,

Fights back then he agrees to let it all be scratched,

The past is the past,

He says its time to rebuild what we reminisce has crashed,

And he asks, if you give one more chance to come back,

Will you let me run my hardest but lose the race to last?

Last,

A man is here to love and protect just like a soldier,

Put it down on paper the words of true feeling but what is the closure?