BLOSSOMS IN HER HAIR
She wore a blossom in her hair,
A symbol of her love,
Telling me without words
That she was always there
And in the mood for love.
Each blossom represented
Her passion and to what degree,
From white to deep red,
Clues easy for me to see.
Just one quick glance
Gave me a chance,
To compose myself.
If loving her was a crime,
I always needed more time
To calm down and think of romance.
I’m sure others knew her intent.
When the blossom was crimson
And the air was full of love’s scent
We went out in the evenings,
Her complete flavor and taste,
Mine to enjoy fully without waste.
I’ll always remember how our love
Grew stronger each time we met,
Inspired by blossoms I could never forget,
Color coded for the rest of my life.
Color coded by my lover, my sweetheart, my wife.
June 17, 2017
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