Garden of Lovers

xviii.

to the flower, myosotis.

"je te laisserai des mots"

(a part of me left)
all my pretty words
unsaid.

whilst
the part taken by you
wrote all those pretty words down.

merely reading my letters.
you never heard my words cry.

and for that
I may sigh and say

so be it.

if my feelings
shall remain hidden.
it simply means you do not seek it.