I Sit Here Poem by Kevin Jones

Each gaze of every delicate bloom like a vision of a love that seemed so rare,

A scent so fragrant and sweet it reminds me of the love that drifted from here to there,

A sight so beautiful and natural it reminds of a beautiful flower for whom I cannot help but to care,

How I long for the sweet scent of love from my beautiful flower to once again drift to here,

How I long for the wondrous gaze of love from my beautiful flower to once again stare.