[written in Austin, USA]
flowers not like I'd seen before,
shone softly yet saturated and bright,
through darkened skies and sorrowed days,
always there for me without concern,
shall she persist to me for all my days,
a mist unfelt by me before,
moistened my skin and eased my heart,
for all the mornings of my life,
never concerned of drying out,
shall she hold me for time that remains,
a soul so similar to my own,
tuned in frequency and of manner,
every time beheld her in my arms,
not once the urge to drift away,
shall we be together for eternity,