Why can’t I forget this, time passes day comes, why this moment.
I remember my special night outfit perfectly.
For lunch, spring flowers around me.
Then he came, too shy and bold, and said to me
“No legacy is as rich as honesty, but you lied.”
Through my whimper, I said,
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sight, don’t love me.”
He was gone and I said to myself, “Boldness, e my friend.”