You Are My Flower Woman Poem by Gert Strydom

1
I want to remember you eternally,
I want to know you better than you do know me,
continually come back to you on each weekend,
make the bed and maybe also breakfast,
as you are more than just part of me
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and the flowers I will keep bringing,
sometimes red roses, some white, or pink or orange
that I grew from cutlets we will plant together,
maybe on a cloudy day we will smell the rain in the distance
and there is no little flower game that we play
of have or have not as you are mine and I do belong to you.
3
The flowers grow in our garden or in pots
maybe now too many to count
as the children call that place Eden
and every season even in winter others do flower
but when spring comes we both are there speechless,
as love always asks for more and more.