Midstream blues.

Oh lightly scented heart of floral Which flower calls my midstream blues

For love had come to separate, and more so frought to lose

I'm in the angst against that night, where love was torn like thorns to cut

And butterflies all fell to swallow Deep within my heart and gut

For nothing hurts my limbs to touch, but on the boughs of love my soul,

cut the deepest parts of chest, in which my shattered weight was whole

Come the pieces stitched together Like patchwork woven in my hand

Nights encumbered detriment Takes little, understand

I had given all my garden, each flower blooming he saught to pluck,

and in the bare arrangements and stillness, found I was out of ways with luck

Yet romance comes as any heaven, assortment Angels guard the gate's

And I have many living days without my nights in wait,

yet dreams of new proceeds such love, the everlasting And no one's more,

shall only open to my heart, the one who seeks my very core.