A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral displayed in the cold months of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers. A sweet flower burned away, dried up; buried six feet under. Oh, my sweet flower, how you once bloomed with no remorse, like a madman blooming with beauty and a glorious halo over your head shinned with such power and blinding glory. Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now, resting in peace in the land of paradise. Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face, of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces. I can hear your crying out to be free. Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood, boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your sweet and ever glorious beauty. What I would give away, if I could be with you one last night, one last night together to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume that brings back sweet memories of you and I. What I would do to be with you, such romance travels through my heart in the highways of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me, and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust. My love for you, my sweet flower, is still ingering through the air, as I travel and look upon a tombstone which shows your beautiful name. Come to me my dear flower, when spring comes, come to me my dear, sweet flower. And bloom once again, twice as large as last year, and ten times more beautiful then last year. Come to me in the first months of spring in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you. I miss you already, and my heart crys, my eyes flood with tears of sorrow. I miss our love we shared. Long walks, cosy talks, warm cuddling embraces and beautiful displayed in a picture frame. Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane. That is all that keeps me company, that and the rose you gave to me and a picture of you and me. Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit and play a game of chess with us, we all play our game, my love. I shall go tonight in my sleepy slumber and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other. My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise, but never forgotten my sweet flower. -10/6/2013-