Friday, October 24, 2014

Autumn Friday love

He brings me flowers 
for no special reason. 
He brings me flowers 
for each new season. 
A scent so sweet,
a memory of when we first did meet.
A bright rosy red,
When words are left unsaid. 
As light as the sun,
A pearl of white,
To shine for me,
As autumn just has begun.
I treasure the flowers 
of each new season.
That his love,
is the only reason.