When I met you,
I truly loved for the first time.
A love so pure and strong.

Within me, asters bloomed.
Powerful hues of red,
The patience of my love.

And the lilies,
Began their growth.
A wonderful, cherished innocence.

But as time passes,
All things come to an end.
An inevitable death.

In the soil of the dead,
Marigolds sprouted with proud cruelty.
Sad nuances of orange.

And the marigolds grew and grew,
Until they became a garden,
Of vermillion, weeping petals.

I lay here, in this bed of flowers,
Waiting for your return,
For what seems an eternity.

But at our reunion,
Birds of paradise shall sing your name.
An ode of jubilation.