Was it natural things turned out so backward?
Flipping and kicking our connection outward
until the day you realize our love sparks inward.

Why didn't you tell me I was just a flower you were looking after?

It decays by the days
no matter how much love we set ablaze
last January, February, March and May
but love lasts in your ways, not in Time's maze.

Who told your heart to run away despite the multiple ways it's tried to stay?

I can't manifest lost meaning into your memory so

I'll stop searching for my ideal

so I don't miss out on what is real:

A lily scripts it's name onto the wind

seeking to bring the winter to an end

so it could begin its life again.

Sometimes music just leads you through it.

Sometimes hope just asks you to lose it, get on with it.

But when memories just leave you missin'

then your heart wakes up still constantly wishin'.

I'll take my chances,

find

and kiss the lips

that makes my body

shake and quake

with multiple dances.