Love Poem: When Flowers Die
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Written by: L. J. Carber

When Flowers Die

When flowers die, 
they die slowly-
edge by edge 
the petals curl,
still, silently, 
without complaint....

Unlike us,
cut flowers 
should be let go before 
the first tinge of death 
while they are yet 
radiant in deepest color.

We humans, however, 
must stay alive long,
long past our first bloom--
till we have crinkled and 
brutishly browned from 
the excesses of time.

Yet we have 
what flowers have not: 
our love for them 
dies with them 
while our love 
for our beloved blooms
ever more resplendent 
with the long years, 
lasting past the fading, 
lasting past even death itself....