Wither

Building love on red petals
And letters.
Scenting Flowers
Ink flowing from the heart’s tower

Our love once burned like Gold in fire.
Desires, fueling the flames;
Fanning off white smoke,
That made our eyes filled with tears…
Blazing hearts, for the arteries of coals sparked and burned.

Until our hearts did look warm,
Became lukewarm,

For you oh petals
are weak and fragile
Our love couldn’t stand for long
and our hands grew weary writing letters.

Tochi