Flower For Her Hair

FLOWER FOR HER HAIR You lose your heart in Saint Germain and fall in love too soon again too quick and furious to know where love comes from, where it may go and then you walk together by the Seine. Your differences are time gone by, too many years, she knew they'd fly. While you, unborn, could never know Her need was what she couldn't show, Until her lonliness had caught your eye. You buy a flower for her hair with tender hands you put it there and brush her cheek with finger tips it brings the smile onto her lips you reach her for a while; you take the dare. The springlike day goes much too fast you love so much it can not last the tiny shop. The hidden street the cafe where you stop to eat too soon become reminders of her past. And Saint Germain has nothing new to help you leave, as you must do; all of her love, her memory you’ll think about, as it should be, Just as she'll always cry for you. © ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet