in the last of March.
in spring's sudden gaze of April.
you bloomed.
stumbling in my life so pink so pure.
sweetness caressed your vibrant pallet like I knew not sweetness.
water fell in love with you.
the rain just adore you.
the cold pale honey moon whined for you.
the stars outta of jealous knew.
your soft caress.
a softness you could only find in Japan.
spring's unforgettable kiss.
if you were a woman I'd be your man.
yet you're a flower.
a entity of softness I have to travel far to find.
yet I fear heights.
I fear the sudden kiss of you.
a touch of heaven that found me seduced.
in a meadow somewhere kissed by morning dew.
yet every time I see her I'm reminded of you.
a smile.
the kiss of the last cherry blossom.
cuz I turn the pages knowing I shall never forget about you.
drowning in the beauty of Japan.
knowing you were so sacred as the wind took you from my hand.
yet a dream is just a dream.
when I long for you.
the touch of midnight.
summer coming in June.
yet I dream.
I fantasize.
a flower so precious was the thought of you.
yet I blur the lines.
knowing heaven couldn't be so great.
pink tiny full buds flying.
kissing my face.
as I reminisce of what was the face of bliss.
yet It was only you.
that haunts me.
the kiss that felt like mist.
©darkmocha
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