Flowers
are the least perfect gifts
for this heart-shaped day.
Flowers that live a lifetime,
for a puppy's affection
only to be left behind with hope
on closed open eyes.
Flowers molded for the sweet tooth,
expensive but delicious,
so easily consumed
in just a few bites.
Flowers fresh from the waking hour,
fragrant they may be,
wilt and are discarded easily.
Seek not for flowers for this day of days,
but for a flame rekindled in many ways.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Flowers
are the least perfect gifts
for this heart-shaped day.
Flowers that live a lifetime,
for a puppy's affection
only to be left behind with hope
on closed open eyes.
Flowers molded for the sweet tooth,
expensive but delicious,
so easily consumed
in just a few bites.
Flowers fresh from the waking hour,
fragrant they may be,
wilt and are discarded easily.
Seek not for flowers for this day of days,
but for a flame rekindled in many ways.
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