The Most Worldly State of Being You’ve Wanted, And More.
I spot you lying around, in the sunniest place
How beautiful your undid hair runs across your face
In the same crazy pattern that your legs portray
Strung askew through the grass where the Daffodils play.
They hold strong to their seeds in the wind through their sway
Missing and kissing the golden air’s taste
My love as clear as the sky and the transparent flames
Your torment lacks truth seen through a crystal pane
This watch was worth leaving the path that I have strayed.
I could go back to living, but you’re loves worth the stay
I could love you forever from the dawn of young age
To the death of the Daffodils, living today.