Analysis of Never Forever

I turned around to look,                                                                               that picture I took                                                                                            to stick in my book.                                                                                      My story’s hook.                                                                                        Alas! It’s worth more                                                                                than diamonds, gold or                                                                                      a million dollars. For                                                                                      it’s a rare gem to the core.

I hold them dear,                                                                                                to my heart near                                                                                        their loss- a brave fear.                                                                                  As rare as a dove’s tear,                                                                               this massive hepta-love                                                                            blessing in disguise to have.                                                                                       Sad I had to leave,                                                                             knowledge inevitable to receive.

Mama. Don’t cry!                                                                                           Hard I’ve had to try-                                                                                      no tears. As time goes by                                                                              soon I’ll reverse that bye.                                                                          Thinking this I smiled,                                                                                 all the moments I’ve missed                                                                        this increasing heartbeat unscathed.                                                              When was regression to the roots foul?