I'm singing a song to the place I call home, Haiku, a mantra, sacred love song, an 'Ode! When our eyes first met I first discovered my Soul. I miss every note, the sweet tune of your smile, Good songs often pause, at least for a short while, They always conclude yet our previous note seems defiled. 'Cause the beat never continued on, The songs stopped being sung, I haven't seen or heard from you in so very, very long. All good things must come to an end, Yet not all things see the good end, I lived. I learnt. And with us, this verse and note is now the end.