Sweet Flowers

Sweet Flowers, blossoming
as my youth is swept away
Tempting the heart and stirring
the soul.

To see their magnificent
splendor haunts the senses.
The images that I can only
taste with my mind are
forever etched deep in
my heart as fleeting
glimpses of my youthful
fancy.

 Time ever playing
 her cruel symphony
 leaving me with the
 Memories that haunt
 and torcher my soul .

To have lived in love,
as a youth is strength
and sustenance for
naught.

The,"Sweet Flowers",
 that blossom before
 me are ; but reminders
 of loves lost.

 In seasons that are
 changed by the warmth
 of  my needing the
 chill of longing the
 cold of loneliness and
 the heat of passion.

Re-doing this. 12//10