• Mary, my marvelous dear lover, who turned the ocean green and blue. Whose eyes are red as anger is… see? I care about you. You and I both wish Delilah could have stayed. But fear me not for the words held back by my brains, but for the words that are rearranged by the tongue in my mouth. Words, I carelessly said. As I watch over your game of Yu-Gi-Oh!, my eyes carelessly glance upon the snow. The snow falls gently as that of your touch. The touch of which mocks your mother much. Rose, so elegant and sharp. Too bad someone ate your heart. Mummified roses- torn and dried. For three months Mary cried. Delilah mourned for three years till the end of October, for her sister Rose has no parts left over. Wells- no will, nothing left for dear Mary. But it was a good thing Delilah never put her up to marry. Twilight stars lending out their hands. Offering dear Mary a lifetime dance. A dozen of roses lay at the grave. But only Delilah’s voice is craved.