Fairy tale

As every flower releases its scent
Its you I sense in my lament
As the stars open and close their doors
Its yours, my darling, I walk towards
As parents pass on their wedding rings
Its your iris I wait for its bling
As final endings brush clean prides
Its your tears I catch as you say goodbye
As you look back down upon my eyes
Its me I say as quietly as a snail
I'm your perfect love,
your fairy tale.