A Poem of Love, Loss, and the Sweetness of Memories in English Iambic Pentameter

Awakening from a dream, outside the window, Peach blossoms have bloomed, white and pink like snow, Children play happily beneath the trees' shade, But what about you, have your peach blossoms bloomed in your own glade?

They say love is like sugar, sweet yet sorrowful, But is our love a poison or a dessert, beautiful? Do you still hold dear our promises and vows? Remember the fruit juice we drank together, so sweet and how...

Since then, I've never tasted anything quite as fine, Perhaps my taste buds have changed or you're not by my side, Today is another sunny day, I contemplate, Should I order fruit juice or iced tea, or perhaps a cake?

So tempting, so sweet, I find it hard to resist, Our love may have faded, but these flavors persist.