I see the past like a blooming rose.
Youthful and blushed, with an astonishing,
superfluous joy, as memories of you are
kept like mistrust of the creditor and his
pupil's fragile woes.

Your smile, your reel,
how i could touch, feel
with lips so innocent, flushed with
boiling blood without stirring you?

Like the traitor's rigid extent,
the band's vengeful contempt.
Cruelty, obscurity, and silence
from that moment we were meant.

However illustrous, misleading
eyes like her hershey's were,
those nights undermined by strife
will forever cast the dimest starlight.

Nuclear beauty, my radiation!
You're a cancercous conspirator.
Abashed, hand in hand with shame,
my friend misery will console me.

So sweet, shining eyes
do not part me freely.
For one of your nights, was
exclusively mine for your rendering.

Stumbling, crumbling reality
abruptly ends. This memory, this
night, how long will her kiss lend?
Me love, our love!
I'd cry for time's relent.