A million fragrant flowers
your youthful imagination unfurls
in this path that turns and curls.
In innumerable numbers
fluttering feathers escape your besotted head
to streak this little town rosy red.
Your feet do not touch the ground
You dreamily float along
happy to know that you belong.
The object of your affection
may moodily wax and wane
but that should not be your pain.
My beloved, in loving truly,
you have been given the precious chance
to see eternity in a glance.
(This post is dedicated to those who believe that they loved and lost. When you love unconditionally, beloved, you have nothing to lose.)
