I'm worn by sorrow, they're graced by joy,
These are the scars of tears, or the pangs of love.

You've woven a spell that ensnares my soul,
Like moonlit flames that set the horizon whole.

You glow like the moon, we twinkle like stars.
Though our sparkle may dim beside your luminous shine.

Should I have sccumbed to this enchating sight?
Endless beauty holds me back, a constant fight
Butterfly dance, reveling in my delay,
Roses backon, thier allure, s sweat serenade to stay
As if a great mystery, insilence, lies and keeps
This scene, a dream like fantasy, so divine
Yet, I mustn't let beauty cloud my mind
Responsibilities call, I mustn't stray
For in this heaven, I can work better, come what may
Often in joy, their hearts a glow, but in comforts embrace
They let diligence go
Though, that's the moment to roll up ones sleeves,
For in hard work true beauty and dreams, it retrieves

Forget them like the fleeting shadows of bad memories; they're not worthy of occupying space in your mind.

I wait for your words like a parched throat waits for cold water.

I have pulled out the dagger of memories from my heart,
But the wound will never heal.