Memories

You found me – Wandering through your thoughts Tending to your memories of me As the old gardener tends his prized flowers And you smiled - Your eyes got a little sparkle in them You felt a warm blush inside There I stood - Just as I was the last time you saw me And you clasped your arms around yourself Breathing in deeply – remembering my scent You felt the comfort of my love And you missed that It was a better time for both of us So, there you have kept me For all these years Tending to your memories of me As the old gardener tends his prized flowers.