Love Like The Flowers Do


At noon, midday, afternoon,
and in the morning.

Blushing pink,
with due drops glistening
like fragile tears
waiting the coming of morning.

Soon their kisses will leave a mark,
a lingering heartbeat
perfumed the air,
leaving no doubt of
I love yous.

Loving like the flowers do,
midday, afternoon, and midnight.

Like falling stars at your feet,
lay their lives down
upon the cold concrete;
For no weeds grow,
where love grows.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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