Wild Wood

Helen my true love was
like a flower growing wild 
In a wood the cruel
harsh of winter, her skin
turning pale she would
return to Seed where She would lay protected from
the snow and ice  awaiting
the thaw, return of the sun
Helen would them come
back to life, bursting Into bloom, colour returning
to her skin, petals her
arms opening to the
warming of the sun her
love radiating all that
she touched around
her

But sadly my true has
gone to seed  for the
finale time no more will
she feel the warming of
sun, petals, her arms
opening to share her 
love, this world for me
will never be the same
never to hold her In
arms again, never to
feel the heat of her
passion the kisses
that took my breath
away, once In a lifetime
so lucky to have found
her, life is so cruel no
second chances does
one get, my life so
empty now I've
lost her, sleep well
goodnight my
darling.