You gazed upon my nakedness,
Saw right through my skin.
Found my vulnerability and boy, you walked right in.
We two must, oh so keep the faith, let not our precious love escape.
In memorial, we must paint the town bright red.
We must pluck the remnants of the dying daffodils.
As we stroll on through the park.
My heart it aches because of thee,  it's hurting more as I am freed.
Bewitched only by the cultivated style, the one you grew.
Started such fire but never knew, just how much it grew and grew.
You said I was the sorceress, but you, you never ever knew.
Now, I am the princess, locked only for you, in a casket of glass,
Do you still  love me?
I know you do,
I really dare not ask!
For your beautiful gleaming admission,  still lay dying, in our park!

(C) Livvi