FLOWER BASKETS

THIS POST LOOKS BACK ONTO AN AWAITED, THOUGH FORLORN BLOSSOMING OF LOVE ONCE SOWN.

Whereas revenge is a dish best served cold,
love might be a dish best served long stewed.

If it's meant to be,

nothing will hold me back from it.

The cool winds, the sights of grey seas,

scent of flowers in hanging baskets,
hues of heather spreading on hills: 

that has always been part of me.

Can this feeling reach you?

Can my words touch you?

Can I once more see you?

Once again love you?

Let me lean my body on yours

You're my shield from chilly winds

As we watch the sea from high cliffs

Let our lives like this stand still.