Wilted dandelions grow on your grave And velvet moss laces your headstone As I can still smell your sweet cologne Sharp winds hit me like a rolling wave My pallid hands comb the damp blades And gelid raindrops pierce my tan skin As my love for you is held from within Whilst I trek to you through two glades The garden seems lonelier without you As it resembles that of my solemn heart Like a battered delicate rose, I fell apart August 15th: the day I was to say ‘I do’ Antediluvian graves and tulips fill the air I linger long enough until the stars show Every year I travel that course to and fro All to let you know just how much I care
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