A messy bouquet

How naïve of me, to doubt love 
To think she has a last day 
To think she is not eternal 
 
For my darling, our love has no last day 
Nor a first 
For my darling, our love is a messy bouquet 
Of half wilted sunflowers 
Tragically beautiful 
 
But when the last petal falls, 
My hands will forever reach for yours 
In my eyes, you will forever see a promise
A promise of a new messy bouquet 
Somedays half wilted, half blooming 
But alas, a bouquet it will be 
 
Shall we part one day, if the moon so wishes
I will press you the last falling petal
And place it in the pocket just above your heart 
A reminder it will be. 
A reminder, that wherever we go 
Sunflowers shall forever follow.
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