
Fragrant flower for you my love,
Keepsake when I’m not around.
A replica of what we share,
Take a minute to ponder…
Crimson and vibrant,
My heart cries a joyful noise.
Each petal like time capsules,
Guarding our serendipitous souvenirs.
Oh the enchanting aroma!
That materializes solely,
From the heart that is meant for you.
Nurture this specimen, darling,
The way you feed my soul.
This beauty before you,
Stems deeper than what,
The eyes can see.
I know you will find it,
You have reigned victorious,
In the rubble that is me.
Should it wither and fade,
Never you look away…
True beauty is immortal.
Interspersed in infinity,
Ubiquitous and free.
Precise path you will surely,
Travel together with me…
Be bona fide and ready,
To turn memories into memoirs.
Vivid flower,
Momentous stepping stone,
Long live our love…
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.