|Your Petals soft and Plush,In your voice I can tell when you blush.Felt close as soon as we touched,I saw you from afar and knew that you belonged to me. But you were not for the taking,you belonged to a different Gardner.
Should have known from your glow,that I couldn't be with you and Grow. Caught redhanded from the thorn's prick,started to fall for you quick.Should have known that I wouldn't have luck trying to pluck a flower of such beauty that belonged in its family to grow faithfully and accordingly.
So now I leave you back in the garden you belonged,and leave you with a song,Of Goodbye,with a Fateful Cry.Off you go to grow in your proper place. As I close my eyes I see your Face.What we had will not be erased.But I have to let go,for you and I to grow.So with Sorrow and Pain I must regain and move on...