Will silence ever be worthy of its value?
And regret be dreaded as an enemy.
With the precious of the lot as dew,
and as raindrops falling upon the canopy.

Will tears also deserve its resolve?
Teary eyes in magnificent blue.
Words like whispering doves,
that spoke to me and you.

Will memories regain its power?
To let things relive again.
Like the lost petals of a red-rosed flower,
obtaining its beauty again.

Will smiles be of pleasure?
Pleasure that satisfies its definition.
And you as my buried treasure..
Deserving its very recognition.