The sweetest splendor
Hearts filled with jealousy,
Nights kept passing, senseless;
Dream drained in years’ gutter;
Teen age was here a hundred years ago.
He seized roses colors;
Roses, lost its spirit,
Gosh…breathless, however still,
contented, so far ..
he left the charming fragrance all over
the miserable bedroom; and,
all over…..my life and death.