Struck with the weight of fact almighty
Straight up
Wrong time
But I'd hate to leave it all behind
Because the memory is still fond
In my mind
The memory implores to look away
The memory of scent and thereby taste
Every precious causa sul
I’m gonna cherish you and make
Your heart sing

The song of the rose absolute
The stories are curtailed
The art, the context, the portrayal
Undermined
To be certain that our fate can refine
Bear some semblance
To those very shapes outright
The shape of her prose
Distinctly oblique
Demanding regard from read to read
Every reckless view decreed
I depend on you and you on me
From insular growth one will bloom