For when the flowers are dead
Dead flowers on your grave, my love
Gone from this miserable life,
Shattered, thwarted, exploited,
A fragile flower, a slender columbine angel
Delicately sculptured in fragile colors
of cornflower blue and mauve
The palest shades of porcelain pink
Soft, soft skin and a loving heart
Fragile beauty, fairest creature of
mythical dreams... dead
Gone from this cruel earth, forever
And with your dying, my heart dies, too
Lost in the heart rendering pain
of a lover's sorrow
For when the flowers are dead,
love is gone, forever
