Autumn sky reveals that crisp red reality of life lost in love.
Where her head rests so does my heart, eternally. —
I have been happy.
A rose no sweeter nor a face as beautiful than my valentine’s.
The sun turns to grey and my shaded heart to gold when you flash a smile.
I am the shadow cast on that thin silver thread, if only briefly.
There is no nectar nor blooming flower as sweet as the belle I love.
In love, we embrace closely as the cobalt moon grasps the twilight sky.
Words drip from her lips like honey; her twisting tongue unravels my soul.
Seas cannot contain nor can aspen mountains thwart me from my ever love.
