He was my most delicate flower  

My favorite peony

Who seemed resilient of harsh summer showers

He held my aurora

He was my king, my aliferous deity


A dulcet fragrance is mixed with spring’s breeze

His kalon petals would balter  

I whisper “I dream of living near the sea”

He'd grin

Knowing I’ll never turn out as I aspire to be


With more love than the last

Everyday I would greet him  

Nurture him, tell him wild stories of my strange past


I thought too highly of him

I took my sharpest scissors

I lacerated his stem carefully

I killed him and pressed him  

In an effort

To preserve my love of him

For eternity

Nonchalant greetings and vigilant stares,
An alluring excitement with a striking flare.
Yet all of these things seep with fear,
All hidden under a pirate sneer.

To know of something of what's up there.
To feel the joy of what hell can fear.
Wondering if earth has a chance to be great,
One more chance with a little less hate.

May I ask an angel to calm me from my nerves?
To fly me away from sorrow and pain.
Though lovely people are everywhere in this world.
I need an angel to let my love be regained.

Blue eyes with a bow and arrow,
A halo full of light and yellow.
Wings with speed and full of skill,
A character full of free will.

We'd sing and dance to no rhythm and beat.
Play with harps and sandals on our feet.
Holds me close and makes me guffaw,
Being the single foolish and fair thing I ever saw.

May I ask an angel to come for me now?
To be my salvation in this world of mine now.
To adore, to love, to cherish and to hold.
**To balter to music and let our story be told.