I never gave you a flowers
Not even on valentines
Nor for the sake of simple gratitude,
No! I never gave you one.
You stand by me all the way
Even in my darkest days-
You are the sun that chased my gloom away,
But still I never gave you one.
But time has its way on you
And eventide rested upon your shoulder.
I am standing beside your cancer-ridden bed
With my hands full of flowers.
You know each one of these have something to say
Those words and regrets that I failed to say
Hope these flowers may, hope they will,
In my stead say ‘em words.
You smiled though with much effort,
You reached out but not for the flowers
But hold my hand and said:
I already had and always have, for you are my dear is my flower
Rare and special....and only for me.
And I weep!
©winter
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