Finding love in its purest forms.
A broken vase and a wilted flower
Thts how they were in the darkest hours
One shattered by humanity,
Other crippled by distorted mentalities..
His petals were clipped
Cuz he wanted to bloom
All he needed was some space, some room
To grow into a rose without thorns of despair and gloom..
They glance through the store, hands sliding down her curves,
But the lines of her vase were much too blurred
Alas! to the world, this meant she was cursed
Those broken pieces, left in humiliation and dirt...
The wind flew them across the the great old sea,
It was time to unravel their long lost legacy,
To the era where we gave our majesties,
Cascades of vases and flowers of ecstacy..
Drifiting in the ocean, they suddenly meet,
Her glistening pieces, his petals so petite,
Inter-twining into something so sweet,
Something cherishable, now sharing heartbeats...
Using his branches to hold her together,
Blossoming into a new forever
Her vessel is her heart, her heart is his home
Cupid had done it again, they were no longer alone
Thts how it grew from kingdom to kingdom,
The beautiful legend of a love, one so seldom...
