In the final wind that carried my warmth
I saw a world were love was so real
The chill of wilting petals
And pain of fading sunsets
Are seen as beauty for the lost
We had not loved the sent of the rose
Nor the light of the sun
Enough in our eyes
So it moves on from our presents
To the world after...
Were the sent dances in the sunset
Bathing in my warmth
A place were beauty is truly seen
A place were compassion is truly shown
A place...
Were love is truly real...