You, Darling Of Flowers

You, my darling of flowers in the book of memories, the rainy morning showers when freshness comes to trees. The feelings deep inside with everything that undergoes, when we to the gone abide reminiscences the heart only knows. You that never is misplaced but just like a flowering seed, each thought to you more graced when through the gone I read. How can I forget everything that made this grace, or even any of it neglect that into my heart still plays. You - my darling of spring when morning is in its bright wake, when the freshest hours sing in the rising of a new spring take. I feel still your heart that comes and touches mine, it shall never depart when still there's outside sunshine.