Undying Love

In everyone's existence certain sights And sounds have more importance over all Other things we occasioned. Some excite Us more today than yesterday, Enthrall Is more precise. And others make us sad. The mulberry tree and dandelion Reminds me daily, happy times we had Together picking berries; her crying Because her hands were stained. To stop the tears I would then stoop and pluck a yellow bloom and place it over her ear. I also hear The sounds that make me very sad. Entombed My heart becomes, beside my loves’ remains Upon my hearing morning doves refrains.