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C.E. Skilling

The Scent of Flowers

Would that I might spend these hours stroking your hair
as in those many yesterdays
Seeing your eyes half closed in contentment
while a smile plays at the corners of your lips

Oh broken heart of mine
will you ever be repaired
Or has my cup of happiness been drained
in this wild orgy of togetherness

At break-neck speed those days have passed
and I would that they might come again
But the scent of flowers now fills the room
where our last kiss must be

It’s in the hope you’ll wait for me
that I find the strength for the by and by