Rarely in a while like zephyr winds
These memories invokes in my mind
Swaying lazily like the green foliage of the weeping willow
Always beautiful yet they hurt and still I smile through tears
Thy absence dries my soul, latterly life is barren
Streams ran dry to quench my thirst
Winter is every day ever since you left
I live only with cold memoirs in the emptiness of life, and even
In the depths of winter we merely need love to keep our homes warm
Fear slits my heart apart with surliness, yet
I still rely gullible, with hope in your sweets deceits
Awaiting, to embrace fondly all that is you; apparently
Merely all that was thine twirls before my sight
Never to let me free, or neither to eye further far from other greens