A delicate flower soaked in silk
It's scent is much sweeter
under the moonlight's breath
and at the smile of midnight
nothing is expected to fall apart
but instead become
much more beautiful
than the strangest light

Words can't dance the way eyes do
and whispering lips can't say it all
Trees can mean alot more than oxygen
and you can mean alot more than a lie
Though the sweetness of a lie
can be such a revealing thing
But petals dipped in ink
leave much to the imagination