my dearest,
who am i to you
if not a lily seeking aid
from the sky's harsh rains
pouring out my heart fourth it came
red again as
fire lit through my veins
lovers grow in the spring
a bird's melody hums to me
my lover, my heart, my everything
what am i to you
if but a secret sealed with a kiss
like dew i fall from your lips
a promise to never speak it aloud
a testimony brought about
skies painted blue and gray
should the clouds refuse to rain
quarrel pierced my soul
my heart eternally yours to hold
again the sky was blue
when death decides to take you
with the flowers you planted
in the palm of my hand
held to your heart, soul in chest
could heaven not wait
for the sigh of your lips
pressed to mine
one last time
a kiss bestowed
like roses blooming
engulfed in snow
and if your lips should poison
at least my death will be sweet
quick and drawn
by the press of your teeth
i can not go on
i miss your smile
my feet are sore
as they go for miles
my hand is rested upon your face
i sleep now, our resting place
