It's been long since I've written to you, For it's been long since I've been in pain. He looks at me now everyday, with love in his eyes, And I stay mesmerized, with nothing to lose, only to gain. Funny, how I think today, Maybe all the writing, all the writhing in pain, Is just a way to let it out, And nothing more. For now I feel, that everyday, I grow more like him, And this is what I will say, That is, if I may, That I am more like him than I thought, In every way.
"You can make out it is piece of art when the words send a chill down your spine."