It blooms in sense of vain
Like the beauty of Jayne
To mourn for lives that couldn’t sustain
Under the presence of rain
Where nothing is mundane
Petals covered in white
Fall to resemble her delight
The ecstasy of escaping that sight
Of him loving her tonight
The beauty becomes her charm
Filled with joy when there’s no harm
Lilies lying next to her arm
Break away like reality’s on alarm
Where lilies bloom,
They fall in love,
When lilies break apart,
They become extraordinary.
Jayne’s captivation
Is in my own imagination
Filled with temptation
And a hope of love in Jayne’s salvation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ooh it rhymes! I never could quite get that down.