flowers in the wind

For she is the fire in my mind  
The source of passion in my soul  
The love I once gave her  
Wrong though it was then  
Is the truest I have ever known  
. 
She was my hope as a dreamer  
That I could find forever  
Wrapped in some lovers arms  
I may not have been her first  
But she will always be my last  
.
Times like these I pity  
The others I have dated  
Those that I have married  
Because of those times  
I had forgotten where my heart goes  
. 
Every time that it returns  
 
flowers in the wind...cast,  
scatter gently as they fall  
 
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Author's note:  
Wtf...  
nothing about flowers here...  
Why the title?  
ohh...found it  
was that supposed to be a seperate poem?