“She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.”

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

Your hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.

She smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.

Love is mostly easy at night, it is morning you got to learn about.

Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.

She looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.

Your eyes hold stars this world doesn’t know about yet, show them.

This morning I told the flowers what I’d do for you and they blossomed.

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.

Tell me about the flowers that bloom in your mind when the earth sits between you and the sun.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

Honey, you are a rose.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.