Flowers speak of magnitudes.
Puts delicate words into a soft, pure and velvety gesture.
Yes, there's no better way to extend ones' feelings; with the fragility of a flower.

But a dried one, ah, now there lies a beauty with a nostalgic aroma,
capturing the scent of the day it was plucked so lovingly and given.
The petals might be parched but the memories spill over the edge of my mind like a waterfall.

I will take your flowers, put them between the heavy books of my life and patiently wait for them to dry.

And when they are perfectly brittle and bare of their fullness - but not their substance ~I will gaze at them on starlit nights and allow them to blanket my mind
of you ❤