Disclaimer: I don't own gundamwing though I wish and pray that I did
Roses and red, Roses are white
Blood red roses grow and shine in a field,
A rose for the soldiers, where their souls are concealed.
A petal for each life that was lost in the war,
A petal for those people I fought long before.
At the fields very centre in the suns beams light,
This represents one person close to me, he died,
In front of my eyes, my tears I couldn't hide.
But the battle is now over and I am now free,
The memory of that person I'll always carry with me.
I stand in the field, among lush grass in the breeze,
The rose in my sight as I fall to my knees,
A tear once again falls from onyx black eyes,
I can almost here his voice in the air to my surprise.
Hair of a flaming sunset,
Fire and smooth to the touch,
Blue crystal eyes as strong as summer's clutch.
I know well that he's gone now, gone to a better place,
Though some days I stare out of a window at the peace that we embraced.
A main thought in my head is…how much I would give to just once more. See your face…
…Treize