Seasons of Memory
The flowers that she carried were so many and fresh
The fragrance of her memory that holds me complete
I will not forget her, the softness and her touch
For my love, she is gone, but love’s not to deplete
Awakened, the senses, within this man’s blue heart
By scent of the jasmine and the lilacs in bloom
Left now to live again, as dreams take me back
While sleeping alone in this new springtime room
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