Will I box my
floweret memories
in an infinite existence,
Will I water it
with my tears from
the eyes that beheld you,
Will I nourish it
with my blood from
the deep scars
that you left behind,
Will I let it
speak of the
beautiful harmony we had,
Will I spare it
from danger that tries
to vanish the memoir
inked in my heart,
Neither will it wither
nor will it die,
For you are the floweret
in my everlasting memory!