It stemmed from the winds of a lifetime of emotions
Of wine glasses and ashes of doubts.

Emptied farewells from yesterday,
thoughts i have long engraved in the stars.

the trails of footsteps on my rooftop are finally gone.

Kisses from the sun, comfort from the rain.
My coffee's nearly cold.

And then, i wouldn't have to say,
All love stories are the same.