As the pinkest petal begins to uncurl from the storm my love overflows
with the dew drop rain,
it tumbles to the moistened grass and slivers along the land seeking the
one...
the winds of the west had carried my love as tears I did weep, before
they shattered upon the palest cheek,
through the greyest sky my love travelled far and settled here upon the
silkiest stem where it dropped to the ground...
and continued searching...
It continues to search for the one who cares, twisting new paths,
my love knows it's equal is out upon the widest lands,
hidden in the farthest corners of the world,
it does not give up hope, she keeps on yearning...