"Our Love Bouquet Is A Memory"

At first, our love was like a fresh bouquet.
Our companionship watered it every day.
It kept the bouquet fresh and alive.
And day after day, I watched it thrive.

Our love bloomed beautifully, like a breath of spring.
We shared our thoughts, dreams, and everything.
Then one day, something went wrong.
I saw weeds in the bouquet, that didn't belong.

Suddenly, I had trouble, keeping the flowers alive.
There was a lack of love, to help them survive.
Day after day, I watched them fade.
They withered and died, and then decayed.

It was so very sad, to see our bouquet die.
I gaze at the empty vase, with a tear in my eye.
I guess some bouquets weren't meant to last.
The memories of our bouquet, is now in the past.

The blossoms are lost, in the pages of time.
Of the beautiful bouquet, that was yours and mine.

©2004 Betty Hawkins
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