let me pick 3 flowers,
one to adorn your hair,
one to claim your love,
and the last one to decorate your grave.
so that you smell the same
every single day,
every single way.
let me pick 3 flowers for my beloved,
one to adorn your curls,
that whimpers the wind
into a wild tornado
that rushes onto me.
the second one,
ill pull them along with the roots
so that you can always have a piece of the earth with you.
i shall present it to you
and plead your love,
mark my assertion over your heart
and argue my deserving.
the scriptures will have the
third flower pressed in between.
with the fragrance of the time
we first met,
with the strength of the skin
we wore then.
ill split it into two,
one for you and one for me
when i find my way back home.
