Flowers Poem by Randy McClave

I sent her some flowers
They were healthy and alive,
That is how I wanted our relationship
To blossom and thrive.
I gave them to her as a gift
Hoping forever them she would see,
I wanted love in her heart
Whenever she thought about me.
She placed the flowers in her window
To get God's sunlight,
She then watered and she pruned them
Always with love and delight.
She then placed them upon the table
In its beautiful decorative pot,
She wanted my love to be known by all;
She found the love that she had sought.
Everyday morning that she passed them
She would inhale their fragrant scent,
She then started everyday with a smile
That is how love is meant.

Randy L. McClave