Flower For Her Hair
FLOWER FOR HER HAIR
You lose your heart in Saint Germain
and fall in love too soon again
too quick and furious to know
where love comes from, where it may go
and then you walk together by the Seine.
Your differences are time gone by,
too many years, she knew they'd fly.
While you, unborn, could never know
Her need was what she couldn't show,
Until her lonliness had caught your eye.
You buy a flower for her hair
with tender hands you put it there
and brush her cheek with finger tips
it brings the smile onto her lips
you reach her for a while; you take the dare.
The springlike day goes much too fast
you love so much it can not last
the tiny shop. The hidden street
the cafe where you stop to eat
too soon become reminders of her past.
And Saint Germain has nothing new
to help you leave, as you must do;
all of her love, her memory
you’ll think about, as it should be,
Just as she'll always cry for you.
© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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