A puddle formed,
A deep scarlet red morphed,
Beneath me it lay;
Matched the red of my cheeks,
The red of my shoes,
The red of my nails,
There it lay,
The dark engulfing red of the rose,
Such a gorgeous sight,
Such a strong might,
Covered in the pale white snow,
But what is that?
Dripping from my palm?
Is it the same red?
The colour of wine?
It can’t be
It was so free,
Such beauty cannot be so harmful;
It was the thorn of the rose that cut me so deep.

You with your Rosmarin laugh
and Sunflower eyes
with your Dandalin smile
and angellike mind
The garden within you
it blooms with your growth
It smells like the wets
of a fresh summer rain
Where the Clouds they pass by
Soft winds in your hair
You outshine it all, the sun in your soul

Prettiest boy,
reincarnated sun
You shine to bright
To keep eyes on you for long
You burned in my mind
I see you asleep
My indsides defind
everytime you breath

You're warm to each touch
Your mind is beyond
The reach of my love
Your garden it blooms
It grows with each tear
A lover has lost
On your lonely love

Prettiest boy
No sundown compares
No sunrise alights
When you're by my side
My beeing it arches
To get youre attention
But ever song listend to often
Gets gladly forgotten

So when youre leaves start falling
When your clouds get gray
When your wind is harsh
Remember me every day
The music once was alive
But there'll be new songs in your live
February it's still not time
For new flowers to bloom
For tulpits and roses
For lilies and iris
For me to forget you

You made my trees so alive
Your made my garden green
And my apples red
My oranges soft
And my insids burn
'Caus fruit and flowers are gardens the same
But one cannot go on
In the cold winters embrace

Did I do something wrong?
Did I say something wrong?
I just showed a flower the sun and gave it enough water to bloom.
But now the flower seems to be wilting.
Was it me?
Or was it just the flower that received too much sunlight and water?
I may not have the expertise of a florist.
But I still love the flower as much as one would.
Even if it loses all its green and all its rich colors
It will still be beautiful to me.

on a ship wandering on seas
a sea of peoples seeking for peace
i asked them,
“if the ship went down, which flower should they use at my funeral?”
he said lotus
but I said lavender
she said peony
but I said sunflower
out of the crowd someone screamed out,
“use a bouquet”
i asked ‘why?’
he rephrased it and said,
“idiot they all mean recovering and peace”

To fall in love, I sense no perfect hour,  
Yet breaking hearts can feel like a shower.  
When love stops it’s rain- to fade,  
It's a painful cascade,  
Leaving sorrow where once bloomed a flower.