By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
A slow and costly expense for time,
The petals do shake, but still
remain fine.
I drown in your warmth, swallowed
by thy heart,
The roots of origin, where it grew
and start.
I felt as though I came out of a shell,
Where I wept with sorrow, I bid thee farewell.
Standing between your
garden and mine,
Connected yet separated by an eternal line.
You, like a flower plucked from a
miraculous garden,
I yearned to bask in your
love from heaven.
I felt as though, I bloomed in summer,
Your warmth like hands, clasped me
in a slumber.
Such fine memories, that will
age like wine,
Indulging in its essence, I felt divine.
We, like a petal in the air, the wind as its guide,
My words may seem empty,
But I filled it with delight.**
