World of flowers .

We met amongst the arts
As if was a sky,

stars and amplitudes of love, caught between the eye's

What happened to your heart, it once or twice before bet flames,

now it's unfamiliar and childishly playing games,

I hadn't heard from you in a while, the silence calls an obvious tune,

I fell in love in some sonnet beneath the hanging moon

You stood reciting your affection, before the night and daylight hours,

could not bare to be apart, and built my world of flowers

Silence is the antidote to those who've voices in their head,

and I can not remember the last words that you had said

Through I recall it may have been I love thee true and always, still,

but you haven't called nor answered back and probably never will.