the flowers of a heart are so true
she holds them close just for you
this love is brown and wild blue,
so unabashed in her love for you

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the flowers of a heart are so true
she holds them close just for you
this love is brown and wild blue,
so unabashed in her love for you

Through misty rain,
in the grey light of day,
I see you clearly.
The rugged old landscape,
I ran across the moor
to see my love once more.
Again, I run across the moor.
The rugged rocky landscape,
called me to run once more.
I run along,
I run along once more,
To see my love along the moor.
My love for you is brave,
for I’ve loved you for so long.
I’ve loved you for so long,
I’ve loved you for so long.
My love for you will save
all your troubles with a song.
A pocketful of promises,
given without proper thought.
All promises were now broken,
glowing sadly in the darkness.
Another love’s life touched;
Another hurt, grief-stricken heart.
A quick cheeky wink
Hoping for love’s first nibble
A quick side-eye glance
Discovering a partner
Feeling sorry for yourself
The rain begins to fall. The cold wind moves through your hair as you watch the person you love descend into the soil.
The raindrops roll down your pale face as you hear a song you both loved.
No longer visible, the wind blows as the music comes to an end and you walk away.
Dream petals fall on a once young face
A distant bell chimes of love’s union
The smell of roses intensifies
Young lovers speak vows to live in love
My dream petals continue to fall
Waiting for you to return to me
Touch my cold parts
warm my refrigerated heart
Take me on a journey
flam throw me with your love
Touch my aged skin
be my fire in the winter dark
Come away with me in one season,
be with me throughout countless seasons,
stay with me through the seasons,
let’s die together with the leaves of Autumn.