The little things live on forever.

It's the inability to forget someone,  their smile speaks of a million moons, 

It's the inability to forget their  eye's,  or the heavenly afternoons, 

Time won't allow the heart to rest in a peaceful sence when they are gone,

Nor do dreams surpass in nature where the love is born,

It's the inability to forget their laughter, as if by fate is was your own, 

And when we miss the love they gave,  we suffer all alone, 

Its the inability to forget the past, the longing in one's heart to greave,

The little things live on forever 
Like every kiss I do believe, 

Life may come with many doors,  some closed with lock and potential key,

And others open and welcome you home, within their company, 

Love is that accordance,  the state of mind we merge
with fate,

The biggest thing we can achieve,  in times of now or times of late,

Love is the epithany,  we dream to be defined, 

 And when we lose our other half the heart is walking blind,

For nothing else simply can nor will empower us to survive,

Love is the strongest emotional state we shall endure whilst we're alive.