A Love Letter

It's been a while since I last wrote to you, my love;
The days have passed and turned to months you see.
The hours of the day have never felt nearly enough;
How did I get this way? What has become of me?

Remember how we could talk endlessly, my love;
We would dream of taking a walk down by the sea.
Holding hands, just staring at the clouds above;
Lying in the sand, in our little world of fantasy.

I have been thinking a lot about you, my love;
My days would be empty without your memory.
It keeps me alive, how so I am quite unsure of,
But I've arrived at where it don't matter to me.

All I know is I've never been the same, my love;
Like a blind man who has once seen true beauty,
Now left to dream, a lonely diamond in the rough.
I'm losing steam, my engines burning out on me.

Where did you go? Will I ever find you, my love?
If so you know, I have never been as much happy;
Since you left, every push seems to turn to shove.
My heart bereft, seeking solace in your company. 

So I thought of writing this letter to you, my love;
I have been fighting my demons to be set free,
But this world is cruel, more than any could bluff;
I pray that you are well, that you remember me.

It's been a while since I last wrote to you, my love;
I've gone many a mile just looking for sympathy.
It's been hard times, and it's been mighty tough;
I write this rhyme, so that you might find me.