Our young love is a perfect flower
Pressed between the pages of a book
You can take it out and you can remember
How sweet the scent was with a simple look

Put it back
Don't be sad
Everything falls prey to time

You and I are sitting in the glade
Where our flower once blossomed and died
Did you feel the ground shake when the roots took shape
Or did you still mourn the flower and cried?

Feel the bark
Lift you eyes
See our love against the sky