You accuse me of inability to express my emotions

but when I put my pen to paper it all flows

You are the poetry within my heart

I sit beside you every day

and there are seasons and flowers inside of me

There are daisies for your naivety

There are hyacinths for your broken home and your sad eyes

There are narcissuses for your arrogance

and Jasmines for the beauty of your soul

 

I will remember

because there are times when your eyes glistened, and you looked so young

 

I will remember

when first your lips touched mine, and my universe was transformed

 

I will remember

breathing you in, and accepting all that you are

 

I will remember

your ethereal poem, and how my soul grew in tangles and weaves as I read it

 

I only hope you remember too