FLORETS

My tears water your garden, I wear flowers as a garment.

Your foliage flourishes in the afterglow of your smile.
Your flowers and I, we cannot forget you.
You seep from our pores. Your dew, our morning teardrops.

You showered me in petals of love. Tendrils, like fingers, enwrapped me.
You cast your magic upon gardens which bloomed at your touch.

Was I the sun under which you labored?

Do you recall your blossoms? Their color? Their fragrance?
Has your perennial love for me evolved?

I covet your lovingness, your bloomingness, as if they were still mine to embrace.

Are you rising now? Become. 

Answer my words with color. Paint my heart with light.
Grow with me. Grow with me.