Who stole your scented memories br pot-pourri’s of your youth with br vacant promises – a charlatan br a superficial swain with wisdom br urging platitudes you should br believe in beds of blooming roses br br The blooms shall wilt more br quickly than the dust can gather br scent will fade before the fragile br petals lose their colour – even drops br of fragrant oil cannot engender br dying blooms to rise again br br Phantom forms pretend in ravaged beds br embraced by brittle thorns and blighted br leaves of pruned and trenchant covenants br pallid petals rust in aromatic pots amidst br an endless trust of odds and ends that br matter like the photo frames contain br a past we nearly missed together br br So come with me my love ascend br to watch the shadows lengthen br on this special day br lie reposed and reminisce on pillows br stuffed with petal blooms and be br amazed our marriage bed is still br a bed of blooming roses br © 2 October 2009, I. D.