Language of Flowers

You wove Forget-me-nots
in my hair, each one
a promise offered,
like the dandelion kisses
you place behind my ear,
wild and full of wishes.

Your fingers the velveteen
touch of rose petals upon
my skin awakens my senses,
each of your words adds
another link to the daisy
chains you bind around my
heart.

I see the hyacinth
in your eyes,
brimming with sorrow
and joy for a love
that once died
but now blooms
eternal.