Flowers Of Love Poem by Lora Colon

What did I tell you about loving me -
I said it would just bring you pain;
But here you are, your heart in your hand,
Offering it to me once again

Dear gentle soul, take your heart and go home,
Why are you wasting your time?
The flowers of love - they bloom only once,
And my flowers lay dying on the vine

Like the woman who looks out toward the sea
Watching her love sail away,
My tears flow easily, loneliness runs deep,
There is no comfort for me this day

Thank you, dear friend, for offering your love,
But today, to this chain I am bound;
Perhaps in some season that is yet to come,
It may unclasp and fall to the ground

And maybe someday we'll chance to meet,
And if your heart is still in your hand,
I may take it from you, placing it on my heart,
Then I'll smile - and you'll understand