Like Dandelions and Tulips that waltz in the sun.
A display of feathers mending two hearts to one.
Like beauty through the stars that turns midnight to dawn. A goddess that enchants, that goddess now gone.

The universe echoes with every fleeting breath. A thought you, leaving only what is left.

Through a winter that passed every other season.
A flame once kindled smothered without reason.
Blinded was a fool who treasured tainted gifts knowing fair well that won't please him but neglected starlights kiss.

The universe echoes with every fleeting breath. Not a thought but what's left of two. A shadow of us. A wish of you. Leaving only what is left.