We dance in a garden
Violets bloom from my eyes
And I pluck at the *****-pink
Tears that she cries

Soft skin
Just like petals
Fallen against winter snow
Wilting like daisies
Against the green grass below

I hold a rose to my cheek
Ripe for the pluck
Crushed tight in a palm
Where the lightning once struck

But the storm has passed
Now we’re swaying again
Eyes closed to the garden
Painted across our skin