Specialness.
Ten buttercup summers ago
woven- gilt strands spiraled above
dual attraction,
moments fanned friendship
into smoke of commitment and
passion strewed
petals on beginnings of romance.
Five lilac seasons back we
picked scented happiness when,
defences fallen,
meadows of floral nectar ended
aloneness and love
waltzed thru\' former convention
without any note
of doubtful retreat or regret.
Two hollyhock years gone
seeds hidden in needy hearts
took root and bloomed
as we breathed aromas of total
oneness until,
coffined in fathomless shock,
happenings flattened
hope\'s dreams of contentment.
A grief ago winter\'s cold
wilted growth, buried treasure
and brought an end
to love\'s beautiful garden, yet
rainbowed in memory
those flowers still hold colours
of our very specialness.