When I look at a flower

I see more than its color

I see the petals aura

I see the bee and the nectar

As the flower blossoms into

The aroma of you

This flower may not be eternal

As I write in my journal

The nectar spreads in the wind

So in many ways it ascends

Continuously, it is forever

And to which I endeavor

Of my life with you

At times a petal falls

With it my heart recalls

Why it beats for you

There is not much you can do

I suppose to not change

As you are not strange

Nor would I want you to be

The wine, although

I can taste its glow

It touches parts familiar

Yet often each one isn't similar

Bitter or sweet

With you I am complete

I love you