Pretty blossom in the sun
Love like golden hay...

The sweetest secrets keep it warm
In your cool insipid gales...

Weeping, rippling tears of mine
Trickling slowly over time...

She came falling from the clouds that day
In flames of pearly white...

And if she fell for paris
Through loves impatient aim...

I've been rummaging around in these days of late,
To find an emotion that's up to date...

There was a whisper when I went to sleep,
In the corners of my mind...

I thought it would be something I would grow out...
The slouching and slow decay...