When I see her; spring roses bloom.
She's full of happiness and memories.
My emotions are stuck in a dark tomb.
I have been hiding it for centuries.
Roses have been growing over the wall.
How do I keep spring's fresh breath at bay?
Losing her is what I fear most of all.
The May flowers just don't seem to decay.
I love her beautiful imperfections.
Even the ones that she keeps secret within.
My heart pulls in different directions.
I'm stuck in silence that will not condemn.
Maybe today I will show her the garden ?
Instead of letting my warm heart darken.
©goldpanda
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