The night’s getting colder,
And at the same time darker.
Is my heart getting weaker?
Are my doubts growing stronger?
We’ve been through hell and back.
And that only proves a fact.
That our love for each other’s true.
It was you and only you.
Remember when my heart wasn’t in pieces?
That day I gave you twelve roses.
Saying I’ll love you ‘til the last rose dies.
That day, there were no lies.
Once more fate plays with us again
Killing rose number eleven.
It makes me wonder if the last one’s fake
Will it die? Will it break?
This poem was made for my love, Roweann. It's some sort of goodbye poem.. :/
(Ran = I used to call her that)