Olive fringed fleece
Draped over plain sheets.
The vacant room
Smelled fresh as spring.
Floral breeze
Invaded the room.
Green silk
Attempted to block it.
Through hidden secret passages,
Floral breeze intruded.
The room smelled fresh as spring,
But my heart felt like winter,
Thin as ice.
For spring had always been
Your favorite season.
And green
Your favorite color.
