Send me
Flowers,
for..... I love.
Their vibrant colours, and .
Their, sweet, scent.
For, I miss my love,
and, the colours.....
She didst bring!
And just like her, they'll not long, last.
But,a brief beauty .....
Full of life, before they wilt,
and die.
But, while they're here.
They'll, be .....mine!
My tears, are real.
But my dreams, are made.... of, smoke!
Which have dissipated, in the wind.
Like a fallen rainbow.
Like the discarded petals.
Of, my now...
Dead
Flowers ....
Giajl © Jim Love