Lark -KaLahn-

I pressed my lips
Upon such supple love
Too pure to be so sweet

I carried innocence
In happy days
And took away your pain

It was the colour of your lovely lips
The red of rose that shined

Inside the appetite
I lingered in your heart

All of the sundry petals
Strewn across the sunlit sentiment

And then the angels sung
And Orpheus emerged and she was there

The lost was ever found
So sweet and so revered.

I combed your silky strands
And left the scent of flowers in your hair
And all was calm and fine
I held you close and near.