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