...the love I once called mine...
...and the fragrance bittersweet.
For the chaff now served is bitter...
never to have tasted the wheat.
It would somehow have been better...
Better to have never known...
Than be served this liquid affection,
Do not offer a cup half empty...
...better to offer no cup at all.
for love will taste the difference...
...and build another wall.
...holding onto yesterday.
releasing this fragrance, so bittersweet...
whose lovely petals fade,
Like a rose beyond full bloom,
