Floral attire embraces soft vibrant skin,
with goldened rope laced upon the neck...
Forgetting old memories
and old flings...
Affections collide
As we're reunited at last...
When I'm laying in that final room,
Each breath coming painfully, reluctantly...
Under a canopy
of rusting trees, that sway...
And never let us hold one another,
Lest my emotions for you betray me again...
He always loved springtime and the beauty it...
Awakening natures dormant memory, insuring all was...
The smile of your shadow would illuminate
The solemn cracks in the cathedral floor...
Is
love...
We
Always hurt...
You'll hear it playing in your mind..
a solid melody ones sirens song...
In the dark I lay
and the mark of love will stay...