Floriography

Beware! A heart is broken.

Some thoughts cannot be spoken.

What remains a memory is. 

A dried flower, a forgotten kiss. 

 

"Take care, don't shed a tear,

Move on and lose your fear!" 

Your voice is clear, I hear 

that your love speaks, my dear. 

  

I absorb the love you give,

the essence of why I live. 

In me you deep deploy

a tremble full of joy. 

 

You cannot know you made me fly 

because today you saw me cry. 

I will not speak, instead I pass 

this flower on to you. 

 

 

Flowers: Carola Bittner-Güldner | www.trockenblumen-leipzig.de

Words & pictures: Gerolf Mosemann