sakura coloured lenses

i fear to lose these sakura coloured breathtaking sights i have grown to love so much, the pink gleam of the world twinkling as morning dew on the fresh budding branches under the amber sunset, crinkling their little noses upturned in the fresh scent of your detergent and the faint waft of my floral perfume. perhaps i dont want this moment to end, for one day i know i shall fall short of the huge dream i have created just for myself, a lone daisy in the field on a stormy night, sakura petals torn from their branches in the violent graze of the feeling of being cut off, wistfully fading in the grey white reflection of the overly large crescent moon. let me breathe and live through these rose tinted glasses i choose to wear, let me live my illusion a while longer, before you choose to cut me at the roots, for i shall never see another fertile soil, never to go into full bloom, never to see another sunrise, with you.