A spark or stumble, one doesn’t know
The thread of fate that brought us here
Midnight troubles hidden beneath
That’s when I saw, your blue lit eyes
You were a different breed—a frightful one
Teaching me things that one didn’t need
Fairy tales and myths were your home
And with you, they became mine too.
Flowers were a fascinating hobby
The unseen were our hidden treasures
Hyacinths were your favourites while,
Gardenias were my secret abode
Death is quoted as ‘grieving love’
Pathetic explaination to an extreme
It’s not just the dead that walk to the grave
The living follow behind, trickling after.
The hollowness of the shaft
The needle moving against time
How do you fill the empty place?
The one which was left behind
Years and ages might have passed
The departed forgotten by the new ones
The Hyacinth flowers are my home
I wonder if Gardenias are now yours.
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