You remind me of Flowers and lost Love

I discovered the other day
What smell
You have always infected my world with.

~Poinsettias~

Those beautiful red flowers
That hide the color of blood so well.

And at the moment of my epiphany
I immediately started scribbling
Ideas
On the paper I reserved for you

~*~
Another fruitless attempt
To try and capture who you are.
~*~

And oh how long
I have waited
To find a beautiful way to tell you this...

"I hope you know you’re an angel
As hard as I have worked
To prove that fact to you.

You’ve been graced with the smile of God,
And the beauty of a white winter.

You are what fuels the past,
Hurdling memories
Of a better time
Straight to the fore front of our minds."

I should have said
These things so much sooner
But I feared you wouldn't believe.

So now alone I sit
Surrounded by hundreds of

~Poinsettias~

Just to keep your memory alive
And To feel like you’re still next to me.