Calm as the zephyr winds strolling from the west.
Blooming perpetually without season.
With smiles plaited in a golden linen
Adorned with beauty of the shining sun.
A symbol of love it was
With the very aura of a purified spirit
Everyone loved it
Though it only could warm a lone heart at a time.
A fragrance of harmony it diffused
A reminder of better days to come
Growing in the soil of the heart
Just to sprinkle spices of love to the soul.
Its time was short lived
Because it had to sprinkle its love also to another soul.
I loved it once
I love it still
I always have
And will always do.