Broken glassTransparent shards, discarded blissAll rest on blackened groundUntil one day the little missHer death appointment found.The trees all wept their flowery tearsTo mourn her tragic deathAnd to hide the scarred remainsThat reeked of crueltys breathHer tiny heart, a wilted roseThen cried out in remorseFor how could life be so unkindTo taint her fated courseLittle Miss I love you soYet together we cannot beFor as long as we are both alivePlease would you die before me?
Dear innocenceInto the swirling riversTears flow unbiddenThe heaven's show of mourning ~Swaying arms of the oak treesCaressing the skiesYearning to console the wind ~Laid to rest amongst rosesForgotten by noneThe crime against innocence