Chrysanthemums

Garden plots were filled with countless of colors
Blossoming in the warmth of sun’s grace
Cultivated with love and watered with affection
Dances with the beat of wind’s harmony.

Bruised palms and scratched nails were the mere evidence
Of my Heart the missed your very presence
All I wanted is to hear your warm whisper of love
That will carry me to heavens like an ocean dove.

Tears ran down through this empty, lonely face
Cry that resounded throughout this solitary place
For my treasured love I failed to save
With these flowers at hand, I knelt at you grave.