Love is a sunshine-filled place
With the purple warmth, reflected in your face
The words I've written
Again and again
Have flown across the cerulean rivers
As if the fallen leaves scooped by the winds
Have forgotten your viscous scent along with the mist
Upon speaking to the lovebirds
Upon unlatching the cage
To the pathless ground
Yet the damp way to home
Has lost its tracks through the puddles
Your fingerprints were clearly embellished
Amongst the flower beds
And it blooms
Though the crystal snow
Has slowly drifted towards
The damp path
