his breath... by k. mascarella

his breath is that of the flower
as it whispers in my ear
his lips those of the tulip fairy
who sings as sweet and dear
his eyes sparkle of her dust
his hair the softness of her touch
his heart can hold the love
that once would swallow any tear
but once again he's changed again
a love forsworn untrue
his breath will turn the flowers ice
withered in the cold
his lips will kiss a fairy dead
to leave her all alone
his eyes pronounce the fire
he has burning in his soul
his hair is made a noose for some
his heart a blackened hole
and so you see this love divine
can never truly last
my loss you see, this love divine
is drowning in my past

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