Speaking to me of love…



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As all things surrounding me begin to dry,
a subtle scent of pine permeates the air,
like the fleeting perfume of a lover,
or the wisp of a memory touching.........
My heart, 
like a brass urn overflowing
with rose petals mottled red and white,
still searches for a brightness I never knew 
your eyes, speaking to me of love…