The whiff on every flower goes to the air
until the night begins and gone over
dances freely to the darkness of the vesper
just like the perfume you used to wear
the leaves of trees that blows by the wind
swaying to the music until it ends
whips beautifully not by intend
like your hair you used to comb by hand
bright darkness scoured in the sky
hauling my heart, stopping me to cry
seems like promises of no goodbyes
pains gone, just one look in your eyes
night's dark but brings no appall
just like the air shared to all
heaven they say, whatever it is called
your love would mean my heart and soul
