what more could be said?
that i have not already told you.
And these few moments I atone a lifetime lost.
What on this day holds greater then others?
but
that four letter word love.
oh ! she is elusive i know that much.
and these lines too serve little permanence.
because sweet and perfect things fade.
and the glory forgotten.
will there be a memory of your beauty?
flowers are a testament to the
fragile souls within our bodies.
just as easily wither away.
and their tender petals soft, wilt.
they guard their gentle hearts.
fear the scorns future holds.
you naive flowers.
no rose will last forever.
everyone knows beauty is temporary .
love is eternal.
to hold a promise is to hold a thousand dreams in your palm and to hold true is to protect them forever.
No comments:
Post a Comment