Our Love

 
There is a flower that grew in my heart
“Do not leave” I whispered
This is not my home…
It is here
Among the silent brook
Where love has no mirror
No quiet lake to tempt our wings
No colored mountains to knead the pain
No folly to cure the rain  
That smiles as she holds all that she was like piles of leaves
Awaiting the dusk to burn deepest into the night
Once again