Calla Lilly

Calla Lilly who was once sit in her silence,
her whisper dry, lips thin,
she had a frown, and fake smiles...

and wine, is her accompany..
in her eyes was a tiny drop of tears,
a tears of unforgiving thoughts,
whose cry may wear...

I can hear her, before she came,
Calla Lilly was a picture of my mind,
of my dreams,
And i draw flowers before she knew it,

flowers that can picture her out,
for loving is her vain,
she stings,
behind that is a pretty soul,
longing for vengeance...

She's dry, whose petals worn
she's crying in abandoned flower vase,
whose summer months went dry,
and let her withered in vain,

But then I came,
I saw this beautiful flower...
I place her in my heart as her vase,
Wash her up, for a new buds
And sprinkler her my dying tears,

Everyday, I visit her esteem,
and cultivate her weary soul
with my silent prayers..

Until time came,
She began to bloom,
Her beauty spawn once again,
and her happy days was back...

Calla Lilly was a new bud of Flowers,
dancing in her beauty,
elegance was her pride..

Only in my heart,
Calla Lilly has found a real place.
She will never again cry a tears.