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...

I feel nervous at first
as there is only blackness...

I see beds of roses, flourishing from
the earth of your cheeks...

Just like a twilight eve without its moon;
Or like the last leaf taken from a tree...

leaves swirl through the air
as trees shed their summer coat...

My mind takes a stroll
and I arrive at memory lane...