Sonnet - The Flowers Do Rot And Decay Poem by Boston Kelley

The flowers do rot and decay,
their life without thee does not exist,
their gasps and pleas beg for thee to stay;
like them, my heart is in a twist.
It pleads for your warm, loving hand,
without thee, its life cannot remain.
My body buckles and these legs cannot stand;
in you, every malicious thing abstains.
The lushness of spring and its fairness
fail to compare to thee,
for your beauty leaves me breathless;
who is more loving of you than me?
This love unsung shall be unknown,
between us, it will be grown.