You're beautiful, my love.
As beautiful as the fading flower.
Just as beautiful as a ball of white snow on my warm hands.

I can feel you melting down.
I can see you slipping away through the gaps between my fingers.
I can see you disappear.

But don't worry, my love.
I'll carry your memory in my mind,
and let your fragrance occupy
my lungs in your absence.

I protected you in ways that
I knew, I held you close to my heart
and warmed your soul with
my unconditional love.

But when you disappeared,
you left me numb.

You're beautiful, my love.
As beautiful as the setting sun
which taints the eyes of the sky a deep red when it dissappears.

I can feel you stripping
the warmth in my heart with your
dark and nefarious self, leaving
me to wither in cold.

But don't worry, my love.
just like the larkspurs, I'll bloom again and let the wounds you left
bleed beautifully.

I adored you in ways that
I knew, admired your charm and found the most beautiful
words to glorify you.

But when you disappeared,
you left me ugly.