Fields of Blazing Stars

By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly. Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed. Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly. By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly. Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued. I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly. By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued. Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely. Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude. Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed