Night Aroma

She is my composition if I'm an artist,

Flying so high, even than the stars,

She is my ink if I'm an amorist,

Finding her place in peace and wars,

After all the love that bestowed,

She left me under the tree she promised,

Now each leaf has fallen behold me corrode,

As a life from a dying dear abolished,

I dreamt of her every single night,

She thought of a curse that I gave,

That may these stars be always bright,

Then her face and let these moments save,

What I got after all these dilemmas,

A memorable dream and unslept night aromas.