Roses are red,
And so is your hair,
Your window is open,
But you aren't there.

Yet I can hear you,
There's no need to scream,
Just keep on pretending,
This is all a dream.

You're on your thrown,
Wearing your crown.
Your angle wings glow,
Like your halo and gown.

Your eyes are shut.
Your breath is still warm.
And your heart is still pumping,
Long after the storm.

Please don’t fly away,
Don't even try,
Because I will find you,
And question you "why?"

And as the sands of time,
Draw to a close,
My love for you,
Grows and grows.