“Your weakness is where my love lives.” Before I knew it, you were here with me. I held your little trembling hand the day it almost slipped away. All the things I found along the way, I look at them and softly smile. A tiny flower grew from pain, it follows me into my dreams. On nights I cried from memories, I wrote a letter in the dark. Where is it now, where did it go? Can you tell me where it is? The place where you were waiting for me “I’m here, so come, take your time.” “It’s real,” you said so gently to me, and I just nodded quietly. “Your weakness is where my love lives.” When I woke, I was in you. I let go of that fading voice from the day it almost broke. All the things I found along the way, now I hold them close to me. A little light was born in the dark, it shines on me from far above. On a night I felt so all alone, and even tears were lost inside, I never knew, I couldn’t see you were always there with me. At last I reach your field of flowers, “I’ve been waiting,” you said to me. All of me has become with you, and I just smile quietly.
