Greetings From The UK.

And.

Welcome To This Sunday.

 

This fragile flower, stands proud against the cold.
Remembering the days, when you it did hold.
Shakes off and disregards, the autumn rain.
Re-living your presence, and feeling the pain. ..

Colours radiant, proudly displayed for all to see.
"Feeling your colours", on days you shared with me.
Glowing brightly, defying the dark winter sky.
Warming my soul, maintaining spirits high.

This beautiful, fragile vulnerable bloom.
Shines as your love, breaks through life's gloom.
Fragrance re-kindles, the smell of your touch.
With an original mind, to appreciate so much.

This colourful beacon, succumbs to winter and dies.
To deny this love, would prove to be lies.
But this flower, simply sleeps the winter away.
Just like your love, will return with a spring day.

Life turns full circle, disappears and is lost.
But tis the value of life, never the cost.
To be deprived of beauty, warmth and trust.
Then to appreciate your presence, becomes a must.

There is only one way to say.

"I Love You"...

But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate.

Steve.  Aka.  "The Old Sea Dog". 2000. ©

An Original Created By "This Steve"... .

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