Flowers for you
in my gardens bed,
violets that are blue
and carnations red.
You were a flame in my heart
that gave me so much
and now I will have to start
without your touch.
Mornings come burning on
with days going to night,
but still there's spring sun
and summer's flaming bright.
My darling of memories
so much is still inside here,
recollections like symphonies
on blossoming everywhere.
Our love's now in forever still
for what we had of past,
thoughts tomorrow we can't fulfill
for they've gone to dust.
Yours bed a flowers rise
dreams of earth and season,
but in spirit I still have ties
with its heart and reason.
Flowers for you
in my gardens bed,
violets that are blue
and carnations red.
You were a flame in my heart
that gave me so much
and now I will have to start
without your touch.
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