If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies...

The sheer depth of it
a word that is a rainbow...

Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...

Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...

You said what goes around will come around
I did believe this saying was not true...