i end up shriveling like a dying wallflower,
its winter , in need of sunlight ,
in the corner of your ever changing colors ,
unraveling a greif neither yours nor mine .
the wafting aroma that must be nostalgia ,
brings me the urge to cover my ears ,
it's pathetic how the sea of your love ,
is so vast that it took me years ,
the way your love is a blooming iris,
its purple petals kissing my cheek ,
the your smile shines like daffodils,
chokes my breath and puts me to sleep .
your love runs now deep in my veins ,
your eyes appear so warm when i dream ,
hues like carnations , where your love is pure ,
and a house where you never scream .
-ss
