Darling, you have always been the
flower of love in the garden of my heart that I nurtured and adored with tears.
Sadly, in my empty dreams at night, I find myself roaming
the universe frantically searching for the fragrance of any flower to remind me
of beautiful you.
As I long for you with
ecclesiastical hope, the intensity of my pain pushes me into the arms of
reality, which in turn thrusts me back again into the bleak morning hours of
tearful lonesomeness.
Today, I sometimes wonder how we
allowed foolish pride and misunderstandings to become like weeds subduing the
fragrance of your beauty from blooming upon the fruitful soil within me.
Precious lady of my heart, the
treasured writings of my poems are compelled to speak to you silently about why
my love for you will continue to grow, even while lamenting and burdened with grief.
Roaming this universe has taught
me one thing, my darling…there is not a single flower or woman alive that can
ever replace the enchanting fragrance keeping me in love with only you.
Written by/copyright Andy David © 2010-present
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