The petal shower clears away...
The aromatic scent of bliss fades...
The vibrancy of the petals' pink pigment dissipates...
They dry up, only to whither and die.
Autumn dawns...
The warmth of yesterday is gone.
The cold reminder of lonliness returns.
All I have are my memories.
Dreams of you dim and empty from my mind..
The touch I ached for, denied.
The twigs bare...much like my emotions.
The kiss I craved... goes unsatisfied.
Though I remain grateful of your tender mercies.
You don't shun me and bury me in the deep dark...
Instead...you reached out for me, and allowed me to dance with you in the light.
The dance we two once shared.
The entanglement of joy and sorrow... pleasure..pain.
You share it all with me...
But where are you now?
To be so near.. and to be so far away.
Your fragrance still lingers in my heart...
Faint, but memorable.
As the scent of your beautiful carnations fade...
Shall my infatuation die with it?
Will our bond come undone?
The vulnerability of my delicate nature is exposed before you...
But you don't see it.
You don't see myself numbing...
You don't see me fading..
You no longer see me...
You see what Illusion desires you to see.
There will come a day
when the veil will fall from your face
And what you see...
Is the me I used to be...
Before the carnations ever bloomed...
And this time will be forgotten...
And the words once spoken...
never to be uttered again...
Tucked away... only to disintergrate..
And become anon.
But we two...
will continue this dance...
This complicated dance...
This waltz of confusion and catastrophe...
All through this somber Autumn..
And into frigid Winter...
And as the year begins anew...
This passion that reflects in my eyes...
That burns in my heart...
The flame of love that never became love...
Will be extinguished before it could intensify..
And what remains are ashes...
The Spring will come...
And we will be at another horizon..
One of mystery and uncertainty...
One of hope..maybe a bit of misery...
But the dance will soon end...
And after the last song...
It will be not us...
Not even we...
Only a you and an I...
Close but always separate...
And the carnations will bloom again...
But the fragrance..will never be as sweet...ever again.
The aromatic scent of bliss fades...
The vibrancy of the petals' pink pigment dissipates...
They dry up, only to whither and die.
Autumn dawns...
The warmth of yesterday is gone.
The cold reminder of lonliness returns.
All I have are my memories.
Dreams of you dim and empty from my mind..
The touch I ached for, denied.
The twigs bare...much like my emotions.
The kiss I craved... goes unsatisfied.
Though I remain grateful of your tender mercies.
You don't shun me and bury me in the deep dark...
Instead...you reached out for me, and allowed me to dance with you in the light.
The dance we two once shared.
The entanglement of joy and sorrow... pleasure..pain.
You share it all with me...
But where are you now?
To be so near.. and to be so far away.
Your fragrance still lingers in my heart...
Faint, but memorable.
As the scent of your beautiful carnations fade...
Shall my infatuation die with it?
Will our bond come undone?
The vulnerability of my delicate nature is exposed before you...
But you don't see it.
You don't see myself numbing...
You don't see me fading..
You no longer see me...
You see what Illusion desires you to see.
There will come a day
when the veil will fall from your face
And what you see...
Is the me I used to be...
Before the carnations ever bloomed...
And this time will be forgotten...
And the words once spoken...
never to be uttered again...
Tucked away... only to disintergrate..
And become anon.
But we two...
will continue this dance...
This complicated dance...
This waltz of confusion and catastrophe...
All through this somber Autumn..
And into frigid Winter...
And as the year begins anew...
This passion that reflects in my eyes...
That burns in my heart...
The flame of love that never became love...
Will be extinguished before it could intensify..
And what remains are ashes...
The Spring will come...
And we will be at another horizon..
One of mystery and uncertainty...
One of hope..maybe a bit of misery...
But the dance will soon end...
And after the last song...
It will be not us...
Not even we...
Only a you and an I...
Close but always separate...
And the carnations will bloom again...
But the fragrance..will never be as sweet...ever again.
