When I touch the bloom in their youth
I think of our time together
The tenderness of your warmth
The softness of your touch
I ask a myriad of questions
Where did things go wrong?
When did it all cave in?
Why did it go sour?
Where are the vows to be forever?
Filling each other with the fragrance
Of a misty night
As I sit by the bloom this season
I reminisce over us together
Just like the touch
Of a blooming rose