Permanantly on my lips there is your kiss.
Rememberance of before is like living in bliss.
In the final love letter you said "I'm the one you'll never miss."

The tears in my eyes always say something different.
The mark you left on me still remains permanant.
I wish I could have been your needed god sent.

"Love of mine, this may or may not be a blatant sign," You wrote.
"We aren't meant to be be. Live long and strong, Sweat Pea," I pathetically quote.
You would have found reason to stay if you only had taken a vote.

Once you told me that you felt like letting go.
After your death was m first winter without sweet snow.
There are countless things you shall never know.

You signed the last letter with "I love you!"
I just wish you could have proved it true.
You know... I loved you, too.

Love, why didn't you just hold on?
Why ever do you have to be gone?
Farewell to you, my sweet Ron.

You did break, you did bend.
You weren't fake, you didn't pretend.
Sadly, it's long past the end.
You were my love, my only friend.