This is Love

Still remember...
Like a gust of wind
Your memories drifts back...

Afraid as a torch melts my porcelain roses
Droplets of blood cover its thorns
Flames light the dark tunnel before me
WHere have you gone?

Tonight, your footsteps are laid back
From this moment tragic words...mesmerized me

Lost in emotions, there are no schoices
Slapped by your hands,I heard you stomped
And I'm so tired of looking at you

There's no other choice
Nothing but a crooked straight line
My pruned love, cased in your soul
Your decaying remains may dwell in this stone
Your name I hated the most are etched
Written words, I hope will fade