chrysanthemum and me

In a garden of whispers blooms a star, Chrysanthemum, radiant and pure, Timeless beauty, etched deep in my scar. Its petals, soft kisses, ever endure, Whispering secrets, hushed and kind, Chrysanthemum, my solace, my cure. Love's tender embrace, our souls entwined, Shared moments, frozen in amber's hue, Chrysanthemum, keeper of memories confined. In the twilight's embrace, we bid adieu, Yet your essence lingers, never to fade, Chrysanthemum, keeper of what was true. Like time's ceaseless waves, our memories cascade, Through the echoes of seasons gone by, Chrysanthemum, your presence, it pervades. From spring's first breath to winter's sigh, We danced to love's sweet harmonious tune, Chrysanthemum, oh how swiftly time flies. Now shadows encroach, and youth's vibrant bloom Fades gently away, like petals in dew, Chrysanthemum, I await love's sweet gloom. Yet even as age paints our memories askew, I find solace in your unwavering grace Chrysanthemum, our love, it continues to accrue. As time marches onward, in its relentless pace, Our souls tethered together, forever aligned, Chrysanthemum, in your embrace, I find solace.