ManicWorld Magazine

I regret letting my love slip through my fingers,

As the smell of her perfume lingers in the air,

I was stupid to take you for granted,

It planted a seed of doubt in my head of my love,

which I was dreading had come true,

There is not a day that goes by,

That, I don’t miss you, my love,

We hand each other hands like a fitted glove,

I hope I will get one last chance to win back the heart of my love, as I feel our story is left incomplete, but no mean feat to gain your trust again, my sweetheart,

 My heart begins to race every time. I can not stop thinking about you every day and night,

I hope when you hopeful come back into my life,

You will bring light back into my heart that went into the darkness

when you left my life,

I hope to ask you to be my wife for the rest of our lives.