No matter

where or how far I go it seems as though I always see her... I strive to win back her affection, if only she knew what hellish times I have been through for her sake, for a simple glimpse of affection... a piece of what she used to display torwards me... it pains me to see the symbol of our once fragile passion in its current state... dried and crumbled, the petals no longer vibrant with life... everyday is like walking in a field of sand, pointless and a struggle, the winds of reality constantly push me back and brings along the sands of blind passion into my eyes...