Ferns grow wild over the path we walked
and make a lace covering for the earth,
protecting a magic garden where
love was once in winter bloom…
a rare and beautiful sight.
Exquisite lilies rose from a
Christmas snow that was never cold;
their aroma was your breath
on my cheek as we danced to a
song written for us.
Spring came and I could feel the
flowers beginning to die even as
the earth warmed below them.
One last scent arose just as you
whispered goodbye, bringing the
summer sun's thick heat to burn.
It blinded my mind when you left…
The small tender lilies begin to
emerge again as you return to
impart the sweet fragrance of
your words into the air, but I will
wait until winter to inhale it, for
when you turned the seasons back
I couldn't believe in magic anymore.
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