give it a title...i cant come up with one.

[grumpy_gills_22]

The sky above holds all truth
of lovers present, lovers past,
of hope in the future for us both
that lovers hearts will one day last.
For once in death the future holds
all wonder of what would be
of the love and hope that grew old,
the love deeper than the deepest sea.

The flower, beautiful, once was seen
by lover's heart as the key,
a hug, a kiss, a gentle lean,
assurance of you and me.
But flowers wilt, wither away
just as love comes and goes.
But flowers' beauty will always stay
as memories of love in the heart glows.

~10-14-2006