You Give Me Flowers

Red and blue,
Planting desire;
Heart of flame,
Passion's fire;
Blooming flowers,
Empty vase;
Love's touch,
The heart elates.

The heart is empty,
Has always been,
Loveless life,
Unlike ever seen.

Every sight,
Instills with pleasure;
Scoured the seas,
For sunken treasure.

Lost treasure,
But found again;
The empty mind,
Had found a pen;
Written words,
And spoken rhymes;
Locked away,
And lost in time.

Sewn again,
The seeds of love;
When she came,
From Eden above;
She took the vase,
And she took the heart;
The loveless soul,
No longer apart.

Spring blossom,
Empty vase;
Love filled,
The heart uncaged.

No butterflies,
This time around;
The heart played,
A different sound;
Birds chirped,
And bees hummed;
Love sprout,
From red and blue.

Love's touch,
Had done it's work,
A desolate soul,
Had found its worth;
The sands of time,
Had never seen;
The heart extend,
It's veins in green;
She did her work,
An Angel as such;
She gave his heart,
A flower's touch.