Enchanted Love, with a broken Heart...

It was spring in my garden…beautiful, conspicuous, every rose and flower bloomed, the sweet hum of ladybirds - it seemed our love was impervious… Your voice, soft as the wind in my hair, smell of your fingers close to my face, but even though our loving embrace, rocks and trees seemed to stare. It came sudden and by surprise, a tingling feeling spreading on my face, as stardust rained down on our magical odyssey, all my feelings was deeply emphasized, as we went our separate ways... By full moon we met again, rocks and trees turned to saltwater, as your blue eyes, cold snow, stared right through me, red roses blue violets died. Come spring come summer come broken heart, I searched in the stars and found only the art, that love like a stream silently flows, and then as storm and wind – breaks and blows… 2002