Fragrance from colorful buds is soft to the touch
New love, shinier than that lost, even if you buff
Passion walks into love on a broken crutch
One\'s last love, unlike first, is made of stronger stuff
Matured in bandages
it dreams of a past fever
where a child manages
to hold onto a stuffed beaver
Hands of a clock paint spots on fresh fruit
Breakfast grows into a cold dinner
a rotted peach, the river of time does pollute
Dust and cobwebs become the winner