My Rose

I have tasted the nectar of a flower which does not exist,
and i am left to the ravaging of lunacy by these scars on my tounge,
i long for your presance of light in my shadow,
and grueling the wait is for me,
Oh cometh to me, i plea, on my perch of sorrow,
fly me away, to that one special day where i will see you again,
And I shall pray every day that upon the gates of pearl,
I will forget how i lost you and we will have the world.