Your Love Poem by Mary Skarpathiotaki

Your Love

I turn to you
my weak
hand
oh my spring air
oh your scent

Once young stems
I gave it to you with pleasure
but you keep scattering them
and you give up
my flower in the flower bed.

Don't wither the flowers
and you waste unjustly
because years will come
where
winds and snows
they will rush wildly,
in our flowers and clones.

The beautiful views
temporary
and all passing..
only love remains
forever in the souls

The beautiful views
temporary
and all passing..
only love remains
forever in the souls!


© Mary Skarpathiotaki
06/08/2024