On your final bed the flowers fall.

Why am I here once more?

Placing flowers on your grave.

By now every flower shop in the town should be sold out.

They outta be burned down, no more flowers for your grave.

No more flowers left in the town. No more valentines, no more birthdays, no more.

One year ago you gave me flowers, pink and white with their own scent mimicking that of a strawberry or ...

For what do I love

Is it the golden sun in her eyes?

Perhaps it’s her smile that spreads ever so easily?

Maybe the beauty lies in her perfect curls, this must be it!

For what do I love?

I love everything about her she hates.

Her bends and her breaks.

Her flaws and her cracks.

In the eye of the earth she is an uncut gem.

In these eyes of mine she is a diamond in the sand....