Infatuation or Eternal Flame?

I sit here on my bed, wishing you were right here with me. I lay my eyes upon you, wishing you can see the angel I see. We may had quarrels, but my love for you is still very much sweet like that of a floral scent. If I may never see you again, I'll keep your picture safe in my head. Excuse me while I take time to mourn this death. Come back to me, let us finished what we never started. Let's explore the territory, uncharted. Who said we needed a third, when the power of our love rules the world, alone.