The Rest of My Life Is Sweet and Warm

I wished for a lifetime of splendor and yearned for the day we would meet again. Whose long sword flashed through the air, severing whose love and bitter longing? At last, she saw him glance back at her, but she had forgotten she was no longer the girl she once was, with her long hair flowing over a white dress. I lit a candle and made a heartfelt wish. Whose face, hidden beneath the lamplight, dazzled whose years of music and beauty? In the stillness of the night, I would think of him, unable to forget the cold look on his face when he turned me down. I listened to a night of light rain and watched the flowers fall. Whose verses swayed beneath the pen, engraving whose vows of eternal love? If I could, in my next life I would clasp you tightly in my hands, never letting anyone take you away. How could she know that, to him, all the world’s splendor could never compare to the smile she gave him over her shoulder? But she did not know. So, with tear-stained sorrow buried away, she locked the door on their story as she turned the corner. He did not know either that every rejection shattered her heart. The instant she turned away, her tears fell to the ground. A butterfly cannot cross the sea because there is nothing waiting on the other shore. She could not hold on to time because no one was waiting beyond her persistence.