A girl cloaked in lavender 

Lathered in cleanliness, 

Sweet as blossom, falling so peacefully

Laced through my hair, like her fingers.

Trembling bouquet of roses,

Masked by pureness and pleasure,

Laid out as plainly as a pack of cards,

If so, you would be my Queen of Hearts,

Your admirable aching presence

So easily radiating love for all,

Yet contrasted with this heartbreak,

This confusion in my chest like a dent.

Things are shuffled, shaking lines in your mind.

I struggle to place things together,

Your disposition scatters mine,

Although your familiar scent, so kind,

Lillies and raindrops lead me into morning,

A path of no recollection and new meaning.

Perhaps that'd help our unforgiving souls,

And introduce me somewhere 

nobody knows my name but you.