Strung To Your Breath

You know this, don't you? You're the streaming gusto of my youth The little sparkles that adorn me You're the moon that my star-like thoughts surround Am strung to your breath It makes my passion betray boundaries and break abound How can it not be? Your fingerprints never seem to leave the flowers Your fragrance don't seem to fade from the room Even your silence have a dulcet tune to it And your presence breaths life to flowers that's wilt The heart doesn't seem to forget you With every pace and sound of my footsteps With the leaves that fall on my doorstep You're there, my heart doesn't seem to forget you