Around and around your bower I tread,
Never tiring, never bored.
Amongst all things my mind does hoard,
Your flowers fill my head.

I remember;

Snowdrops hung around the edge
That drew my heart to the sight
Of pale glows within my night
That gave a passion to your pledge.

I remember;

Seeing all those violets bloom,
Giving colour to the bower.
That was the flower
That made it all for you.

I remember;

The wild rue sprawling the bed
With such love-given vibrancy,
My heart drools violently
When those thoughts grab my head.

I remember;

Placing sunflowers when you had
Trusted me to take care of you.
Still they stand through sun and dew,
Facing me, sunlight clad.

I remember;

Temptation took and roses bloomed
all throughout your flowered arch
Reminding me of wild March.
Still they have me loomed.

I remember;

I had never seen a lilac true
In my hand before this time.
Now they wither and lose their shine,
Their corpses something new.

I remember;

June forgotten with the larkspur.
Now there was strength to us,
To your budding bower, and thus,
Never again would I deter.

I remember;

Although the lilies have been trampled
By the embrace of bower walls
That have me melted in ragged shawls
Their beauty stays unscrambled.

I remember;

Moon flowers that hold your face.
I could feel your stare ever-present,
Always admiring, always pleasant,
Keeping you in place.

I remember;

Oh by Aphrodite,
The marigold showed fast.
I had found your place at last
In a pantheon right to me.

I remember;

We planted the jasmine together,
Our hands had sown the seeds.
Cosier never were the walls and weeds,
Soft in all the weather.

Now it's December;

The bower may fall and rot,
The petals and stems may brown
And be forgotten when they fall down.
But every piece I've caught.

I Remember.