He fills my house with roses,
they bloom but my favourite’s the bud
hiding away, nestled within
the obvious beauty.
Each delicate petal’s an answer
to prayer; to hopes; to dreams;
to the past; to the future,
but we’re in the present,
surrounded by roses
in bushes and vases and bouquets
and crowns; don’t forget the crowns.
No thorns pierce here,
the bloom within my heart expands
and even when petals fall, they’re caught,
dried by delicate fingers
between the pages of magic and adventure
and romance and tragedy,
each petal a word, a sentence, a paragraph
of you.
This is how you’ll remain
to me,
crystallised
in this past brought to present.
And so you’ll be here
even when you’re not;
even when the winter sets in
and you’re under the frozen soil
waiting for rebirth,
for rejuvenation
for the next generation
to bloom
for you.
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