She'll be loved over the roses
that adorns her doormat
She'll fall, but over them; The roses, with sure arms to catch her.
She'll be caressed by the unloving in winter
The fires will thaw the Winter frost in her heart -
fire fueled by pictures of you
She'll turn a new leaf in Autumn
after your sentence of "I just can't take it no more!"
She'll Spring up again the dead Summer sun
salvaged by truer words
outside the sheet music of
your greeting cards.
Nature will queue up among her lovers with so much silly things
said at the touch of love.
She'll dance in the August rain
with thunderclaps clapping.
She'll pose to the the flashing camera of heaven by the lightening in the sky
You'll watch the child in her build sand castles
upon the thrones you chase
She will swallow pills of evanescence from his palms
She'll feel those goosebumps again
Those sleepless nights,
the nausea to throw up confessions
of all the little things that tingles her you never did
She will be lovesick
Hospitalised on his bed.
She'll beat miles counting stars
to every single pulse of his heart
whispering her name.
She'll swing tonight
in the garden of shredded greeting
cards tossed by the wind
Forgoten forget-me-nots will knock vainly at her stone door, vainly
while you cheated with Ms Ambition.
Your heart will throb at the magic as
her pebbles will be washed into diamonds
on his broken knees asking God for
the power to turn her every tear into alabaster oil.
She'll be loved
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