Purple Loosestrife posing, waving, in the sun
Meteor, forlorn, its wings so sadly clipped
Bound to Earth and envious of the bounding sky above
Down, down, they go, bright and precious lights passed by
Gone, resigned to earth those stars that once led all our dreams
But not forgotten, tears as always saying more than words.
Loves feed the rose whose fragrance sears the memory
Loves source the taste that echoes in the mind
Love warms the heart that fears the searing cold
A lover’s warmth that comes with a caress
Unspoken longings, wings no longer furled,
Just striving for a love that’s nearly known
The flower sends its scent, beguiling senses
More precious though than any rose
The light of love that filled your eyes today