• As I draw in,
    My very last breathe.
    I think of your pretty face.
    And I never want to leave that place.
    You, the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen.
    Even though you’re only fifteen.
    Your hair and lips; face and mind.
    Are everything I hold divine.
    But for this is the last poem I write.
    There is something that I can not fight.
    My heart.
    It breathes and bears.
    It loves and cares.
    But to forget about you.
    That is something even it can not do.
    For you are my all, for you are my light.
    For you are my life, and you are my might.
    And now to conclude.
    This ode to you.
    I must state this.
    We all grow old, we all must die.
    But love is something that will always survive.