Talking Flowers
The wind blew
Softly upon the heathered hills
As I wound my way home
To my love.
Around each bend a new
Spring blosom greeted me
With her smile
And mile after mile
My heart grew fonder
Of that moment when our
Eyes would meet in
Silence (discreet)
Yet full of elegance.
The words might cease
But the memories would linger
Like the slight scent on my fingers
Left behind by the essence of wild-flowers.
I picked them one by one
Imagining with each (newly found)
The glorious sound
Of her voice.
I had no choice
But to collect all their
Radiance and beauty
As they swayed in the breeze that day
I heard her calling me.
I felt her smile,
her love,
her laughter.
But when I saw her
I fell silent
As each petal, in their turn, called out:
"I love you,
I love you,
I love you."
