You are the scent,
To my petrichor.
The muse,
Of my beating heart.
The star,
For my lonely moon.
The sunflower,
In my beloved garden.
You are,
My everything.

Flick of a match,
A burning wick.
Flicker And it flickers,
A hot flame.
A fire of comfort,
Enlighten the dark.
Alas to burn down,
Last trickle of its wax.

What once was burning,
Now vanished.
Disposed,
And soon forgotten.
Just like us,
We stop flickering.

As the sun
Start to set,
In dusk slowly
He grew faint,
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
of his other half.
As the moon rose,
Lighting up the night sky.
In darkness,
She always knew.
A part of her was hidden,
Away out of her reach.

Lily of the valley,
Defined me by chance.
In irony,
I fell in love.
September you told me,
You felt the same.
We are together now,
The lily to my valley.

Kept my heart cold,
Numb in zero degrees.
Taught myself to keep it lonely,
Views of white snow.

The lovely you,
Flawless and true.
A warm soul,
That fend off my ghoul.
Traced your light,
Greeted by your night.
Lies a broken you,
Stood your distorted view.
Cold and cruel,
You made the rules.