Flowers build the summer air
Flowers bring untold despair
Flowers in the sun do grow
Shatter when the north winds blow
Flowers love not you, nor me
But lust for all the honey bees
Working in their busy way
To glut on all the summer days.

But when the bees are all but done
And Autumn leaves block out the Sun
Who's that in their final hour?
Not you or me-
Our friends, the flowers.

I am decided quietly
That I am a man of leisure
Of peace and philanthropy
But most of all-
Of **pleasure

I must exist to her
To exist truly to myself
This endless ramble
Through Hades
Is forever exhausting
And fraught with youth’s peril
Draining life and love from me
Simply to exalt her being

I'm forever wandering
Between two distant worlds
Crossing the threshold
Between life and imagined death
Perhaps to find a word
To label my torment
Though it, like me
Must not exist

It could not exist
And why should it?
I do not exist
And why should I?
We are nothing
If we are not objects
In the starry eyes
Of love.

It's been a while since we drank wine,
On the borderline somewhere between love and great desire,
I was a miser, a pauper in the ways of romance,
With space in his heart for two but a want for one.

You were the elegant lotus flower,
Unfurling each delicate petal of venomous beauty,
I was taken aback with what I may never know,
Your eyes like none I'd ever seen before,
Possessing all the wisdom I need in this lifetime,
I stood shaken, a stray dog in the rain.

You beckoned to me to dance across celestial Babylon,
But in my haste and in my darkest hour to date,
I procrastinated and that glorious morning sun returned,
Ripping down each pathetic colour from the rainbow,
Until the world fell grey and limp,
And silence dawned upon my heart and I was then,
As I am now, alone, and so forever shall I stay,
'Til death do us part, my heart and I.