An excerpt from my memory

There's this woman in my memory whom I know hides her bitterness and pain deep underneath. Inspite of it all she bears this nature which gives out the sweetest of fragrance. It's Spring and there is a bed of scented lilies plànted with my own hands and a balcony filled with it's fragrance . Everytime I smell them it reminds me of her. I pray time will heal her.