Us!
Us!


Thou love was like a flower, rare to bloom!
Yet I watered and nourished it, with hopes of dreamy noon,
When on your bosom, I would rest my untrusting brows,
Knowing well, the flower would shed its petals soon..
Of this my bleeding heart was sure, the fragrance would last me a lifetime and then some more..
Thou love would remain my companion now and forever,
Its petals hidden safely in the book of love...
Pressed between the tight embrace of pages that bespoke of you, me and the moon...