one i wrote for my australian ex-lover

the chrysanthemum

under a tree, upon a hill, in the sun
that's where you'll find a blossom, the perfect one
with petas of white and a smell so sweet
an ideal way to symbologize the beauty
that lies within the treasure chest
in the secluded room in the furthes corner
of a house on the shore, where there are no calls of distress

whipsers of sentiments lie in wait
in wait to be heard by her ears, and her's alone
little notions of my love for her, like kissing the reciever
only hoping I could get to see her one day
to kiss the sweet, soft lips that set me ablaze
and melt my heart into a puddle, and leaves me in a daze......


(symbologize is no typo, its a boondock saints reference)