This Little Flower
By naninina
Oh how I believed that the pretty flower in my sunken garden would never die How I nourished this delicate plant and watched it grow I relied on such a precious thing that bloomed in every season I cried so miserably when this lovely flower of mine looked pale and withered Oh how much I was so very fearful to lose this very blossom, so I always tried to mend her My oh my, how I entrusted my heart, my body, and my soul to keep her alive How much, oh how much faith I had in her, oh it was just too much I feel, oh I feel so guilty now, my little flower has fallen apart How it weighed me down to the deepest melancholy, when I realized my love for you had vanishedI used to think that my love for this person would never die. Originally titled: "Vanishing Love" Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 02:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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