Flower

Oh door,
Beneath my roof,
Do I enter within sour?

My heart live low,
Loneliness my home,
With sorrow I enter alone,

My love has gone,
Left me before I've sung,
My feelings left undone,

Subtly she flows,
Like the setting sun she glows,
My love has flown,

At the prime of our growth,
Our love did bloom,
Never to reach its home,

You were the flower,
Me its leaves,
Only leaves remain,
Flower my bane.