Sweet Memory

You may feel the breeze blow by
But you should not attempt to stop it.
For its beauty is in its freedom,
And love without freedom has no reason.
A flower bloomed out of season.
So she left, I watched her go.
But her love will echo within me,
Bringing me back to a time where we had been in unity,
Cherishing a foolish victory, a discordant harmony,
What a poisonously sweet memory.