The Flower

The flower is part of me,
Because it was part of her.
They stretch their arms each morning,
Into the sun and blossom through the day,
Just like my forever growing love for her.

The flower is the keeper of memories,
Our memories,
Together.
A reminder of the one I loved,
And will forever love.
My love will forever grow deeper,
Even though I might not be able to hold her hand anymore,
The flower is part of her that I can still hold.

The flower is the one today,
Who helps me out of my darkest days,
Reminding me that she is still with me,
Even if I cannot see her.
I will always love her.
Because those flowers are her flowers,
Our flowers.