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Rose petals fell from her garden as she silently wept.
Crying the tears of a soldier long met. 
His cunning, sweet charm was far deep in harm,
And her heart was half torn. 
"I will never touch another man's hand,"
She had sworn.

She sulked through that garden
Fragrance so divine
And all she could think was,
"That man was all mine." 
His luscious lips 
Upon her rose mary cheeks; 
Nothing could be more sweet. 

He was the one
She had dreamed of all her life,
And now, she could never be
Pince charming's faithful wife.
Instead of dancing about
Like a fairy in June, 
She'd quietly sit
Mourning under the moon. 

Oh, how she wished
That he would come back, 
And his life was never 
Under attack. 
If only, maybe, 
He would love her
And never forget.

Forget their first kiss
Under the star sparkling moon;
Forget the dances they moved to 
Silently listening
To an unimaginable tune. 

No, he would never
Want those lively memories
To pass his mind
As he sat praying, "God please!"

And as she closed her sweet eyelids, 
She sang a tender song
To her one and only pilot.
Her soldier in the sky,
Soaring higher and higher,
Until he disappeared.

Forever an angel of love. 
To prove
That something must be done.

She’d scream in the stone-cold winter

When the sun was low in the sky
And snow would rake her flesh,
Sting her eyes.

She’d scream in the warming spring
When the melting snow unearthed rotted leaves
And thorns would stab her fingers
Making her bleed.

She’d scream in the burning summer
When the plants wilted in heat
And the smothering sun dried her skin
Peeling it away.

She’d scream in the cooling autumn
When red, gold and orange fell from the sky
And the wind blew dried death in her face
Making her cry.