A song drifts softly while I hold your hand,
A love song singing of you and me;
Of the tears we cried and the hardships we bared,
And the sweet kiss that we have constantly shared.
The candles flickered while we whispered sweet nothings,
The wick burned intensely for each passing evenings;
Evenings laced with your sweet kisses and moans,
Evenings spent exploring those of love’s unknowns.
The flowers bloomed into an array of odors.
A four cornered world filled with scents and colors;
Scents enveloping us as we entwine.
Colors glowing like hearts of yours and mine.
I open my eyes and none was real nor near.
Not the song, nor the candles, nor flowers are here.
A dream it is, and it will always seem to be.
For you were never meant for me.
