Blushing Blossoms

Your memory sprinkles in my mind, In the dusting of the springtime. It's hard not to smile I find, When I am lost in thoughts sublime. The blushing blossoms rustle thoughts Of touching, falling, getting lost Until the sky is silver dots. We talk until we both exhaust. I wish I could go back each spring, And recall the sweet smell of your Hair in my face, makes my heart sing. It's always been you I adore. Thank you for not going away, Sweet, scented thoughts of yesterday.