Standing among horde,
Watching others sipping the sauce.
Gleaming and glowing yearning for thee,
My eyes searching, the horizon, a glimse to see.
Walking crushing the golden leaves
Along these passers by,
Kept looking for you.
There is no sign I can find.
Sat on the side of the aisle,
Where, the light of our love began.
Watching the same sun, I smile,
Witnessing the heart it shines.
Timing the time,
Soothing my eyes
From dusk to dawn,
Still, no sign I can find.
My love where you stay?
Don’t believe you betray.
The rose I hold.
Delicate petals fall away.
Sun, leaving, as it setting,
Began to move, astounding
Heard the voice, I chose to stay,
Said “oh, hey”
This was the last meeting
The rose withered with the time fleeting.
For I believe “no true love, that exists”
This world’s runs, runnels and runs veins,
With it flows the bane.
Like the bird, the nightangle
The rose of her blood, crimsoned in red.
Got thrown away, on bed
Where the cart wheel ran away.
The silver and gold triumph
The bird’s rose bleed on the road.
Love for me is like a butterfly, I just have to stand still, and it would come to me.
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