Your Beautiful Bloom, My Dying Lily
Your white petals
Her porcelain skin
Your beautiful bloom
Her sincere beauty
Your gentle touch
Her tender lips
Your torturous gaze
Her suffocating memories
My broken heart
Your evil stare
My restless mind
Your only place
My lethargic mornings
Your glorious hour
My everything
Your every whim
Her long gone perfume
My craving taste
Your disappeared scent
Her warm embrace
My trembling arms
Your crooked stem
Her perfect life
My dying lily
Your decayed form
My only wish
Your beautiful bloom
Her coming home
