I’d grown fond of her
That was true
For she whispered with breath
That was a lovely hybrid
Of lavender tea & honey
And she cradled love
In the palms of her hands
As if it were a glass flower
And I saw beads of her tears
Clung to the petals
That were so tiny
And so telling
And so beautiful
That they were
Just like her
And so I held them both
As closely to myself
As I had ever held anything els
Beautiful!
Love the vision you created!
Nicely penned.