Mine.
Yours.
In a field of forget-me-nots,
And a garden of daisies,
My fingers graze your silky hair.
Tulips.
Mine.
Yours.
We lay down in silence.
My breath hitches, as our hands intertwine.
Tulips.
Mine.
Yours.
I stare at those deep brown eyes,
Wishing one day you'd forget,
That this place we made love on,
Was once a garden of beautiful roses.