Broken love letter/poem...

He kills her.
He brings her back to life, and in the process, he changes.
(She gave him purpose.)

Whatever he was, she was always more.
(She gave him light.)

Whatever he will be, he owes it to her.
(She gave him color.)

He would always think of offering her flowers,
But never really could.
He wanted to give her a garden; more.

She would always think of giving him flowers,
Because she always would.
She would give him gardens; more.

(She gave him life.)

They both understood.

At the end of the day, the sun sets.
But sometimes, even after the day is gone,
The night can be even more beautiful.
Neither is ever forgotten.

Something faded;
The rest stayed true.

(The flower of eternity mourned its own life.)