the essence of you

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the essence of you

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Fragrances come and go
While your scent lingers
Breathing new life
like a paramedic
mouth to mouth, soul to soul

For you are a potpourri of aromas
A bouquet of love poems
Enchanting my senses
A whiff of romance
On a starry night in June

You are the perfume
Resuscitating my heart
As I breathe love
Every time I inhale
The essence of you

 

 

How Many Flowers Have To Die (Tears For Parkland, Florida)

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How Many Flowers Have To Die

 

Beautiful gardens full of life

warming us with their hope.

Gardens so full of innocence,

the innocence we lose every

time a storm of hate invades.

When will we cultivate love,

or are we waiting to discover

how many flowers have to die.

 

Photo from Google Images.

My deepest condolences to the the victims, families, and community of Parkland, Florida.  Florida.

 

 

I Gave You Everything

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Following so many blogs, I keep coming across the same message; people dealing with loss.  It is difficult to give and give while a partner takes and takes. You eventually reach the point where you become a hollowed soul with nothing left to give.

I dedicate this to all of you who gave and gave…

I Gave You Everything

We had a pretty garden
a flower bed made of love
I gave you everything
‘til there was nothing left of me
then you said it was over
you took your love away
you took everything
the laughter and smiles
the moments we were one
you left me completely hollow
‘til the lovely flowers died
now there’s nothing left to bloom
the garden has infertile soil
where nothing can be sown
cause the only thing that grows
when you take away from it
is a hole

Photo taken from Google Images