On a heyday morning, Silk robes afloat
A Lady in White, Stands in a lull.
Cherry lips drawing an arc, at blooming
red Roses; Fondness blossomed
In the depth of our gazes
Sprouting it\'s tender bud, Yawning;
Evoked a bright grin, Though no longer
Akin a red Rose, Fading fiery red,
Falling soft petals and a dried brown stem.
Our withered affections, gone by recollections
Holding on to a broken string...Am i the only one?
Flowers Bloom from Time to Time
But Why... You aren\'t here with me,
A Lady in White, To begin anew