Taken back by the floral display
roses and peony's have their way,
fragrance so haunting sweet
brings me back to you.
Time is quickly running out,
the blooms suddenly will fade
into a series of dreams
where all that is left is you and I.
Cloudless skies of blue
there is no way of reaching you,
I tried so many ways to call
on out to you.
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