The Magic Bench

He always loved springtime and the beauty it brought to their special park,
Awakening natures dormant memory, insuring all was not forgotten.
So many he has known, with each leaving some small piece behind in this life that now seems endless to him.
He yearns for it once again, knowing its gentle strength will cast out each cold, lonely day inside his soul and
once more, he can sit there, sit on that magical bench
he held her on long ago, so many years ago.

His mind takes him into the deepest and most enchanted territories of his being,
that all he see were her everywhere offering each other tender passion of love and care.
Emotions take over and his nostrils were filled with her vanilla odor, this brought a bouquet of special thoughts to the heart, a fragrance that distract his attention away from those long and lonely days,
which is now over as he gentle caress her long flowing dark hair, while she gazed in his eyes without distraction or temptation, as if she lived and breathe only love for him.

He could remember her whispered delicately the name she called him, honey bee
He realize that he's the sweet fluid that attracts her and through his heart, he gave her the nectar which makes her became that flowering plant that even
Closing her eyes she could distinguished him by his fragrance, taste and consistency.

Separation by body but bound from the heart,
Feeling the wetness of tears rolled down his cheek
In pair they always ventured, and alone he's left,
Hoping to be buried the same as they once lived.

Collaboration with Billyrob