They bloom in spring, forget-me-nots,
their purple-blue like treasured thoughts
of you. The changing seasons bring
forget-me-nots. They bloom in spring.
Regrets, laments are lingering
like satin petals. Fingering
each fragile face, where past torments
are lingering; regrets, laments.
If you just knew I overcame,
you might forgive, perhaps not blame
my anguished heart for loving you.
I overcame. If you just knew.
They bloom in spring where flowers grow,
the sweet forget-me-nots. I go
to find you where my memories cling-
where flowers grow. They bloom in spring.
[this form is called a swap quatrain poem]
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Apart From Worldly Things
Poetrycollection of poetry, both rhyming forms and free verse
