Orchard of Love

Their life had ended so soon, Without a fraction of life to bloom. Screams of agony seems so far away, He fled without a word to say. Running through the path, shaking, stumbling, and gasping for air, He looked back, nothing was there. Youths emblem, calm and silent night, Never knowing what happened under the moonlight. When morning comes it will be too late, It must have been their loving fate. Bodies laying motionless with hand in hand, A night of loving death among the flat lands. Ones desire to hold whats true, Of memories shared of me and you. White butterflies filtering the Orchard Of Love, A rose with life, left to die on its bud. Tears of love, tears of sorrow, The gates will open to the path you'll follow, Take a chance and you will see, The souls of life, fly so free.