Terese

Upon the crest of sun risen day
a beauty comes, a day anew.
But unlike the sun, my love will stay
for nothing can ever compare to you.

A bundled joy is what you give
and happiness is what you own.
Without your voice I cannot live.
Your departure I will not condone.

But if by fate you won't be mine
then I have no chance but let you know
Your love, your smile, yourself divine
But loving is learning to letting go