Like roots we grew together
And through light we prospered
And with the love of nature we bloomed into a plentiful tree
But then we grew separate
Our limbs parting in opposite directions
And even though we were close enough to feel the presence of one another
We would never meet again

Lips intertwine
Stained like red wine
Your tongue over mine
Flows so divine

Sometimes I see tissues
Sitting by your bed
And sometimes I stop to wonder
If our love is dead