our love grows like each flower that blossoms
cold lips and frost on your lashes in winter
holding my hand so my fingers won't blister
sweet smelling flowers mixed with rainwater in spring
you left me even though I treated you like a king
a mixture of sunscreen and salt on your skin in the summer,
I memorialize these details while you're with your new lover.
Wonderful poem. Really beautiful and sad at the same time.
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