I once found my heart in Catawaba Where the blue cornflowers flourish between Arabesque petals floating from the snowy dogwood trees Encasing the air with the thick fragrance of innocence You took from me beneath the dying maple tree.
The monotone cubicle in which you thrived Wouldn't suffice for the rose petals lingering Between your flushed lips drenched pale in the moonlight Breathing "You are beautiful" Smoking cigarettes with your mind.