Flowers of love grow from desolate dirt
The petals bring joy while the thorns impart hurt
Our seeds have been sown in many a plot
Past oceans and valleys,
some watered,
some not
Through seasons of bliss and chapters of pain
Your hold on my heart steadfastly remains
When I reminisce through memory’s fields
A precious bouquet awaits unconcealed
I wish you could see the colors and shades
And walk hand in hand through my memory’s glades
I hope in your mind our garden is lush
My sweet plumeria, I love you so much
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 5:54 PM UTC
Flowers of love grow from desolate dirt
The petals bring joy while the thorns impart hurt
Our seeds have been sown in many a plot
Past oceans and valleys,
some watered,
some not
Through seasons of bliss and chapters of pain
Your hold on my heart steadfastly remains
When I reminisce through memory’s fields
A precious bouquet awaits unconcealed
I wish you could see the colors and shades
And walk hand in hand through my memory’s glades
I hope in your mind our garden is lush
My sweet plumeria, I love you so much