•~The Burning Seasons
I know Isabella,
You loves me at the time when the summer has come.I was an umbrella for you, always I wanted to covered you with my lust.
I can remember the night, when you had brought glass of champagne.I drank it from your chest.
When the summer is gone & the rain starts to fall, petrichor come.
Burn me into ashes now, you are the smoke I crave.