If hearts could Blossom mine would smell like you.
It would be the first blooming season taking place at the end of a summer.
Your September makes me remember your tilted head and your silent nodding to the music, that first time, that I looked the world through your eyes.
Amazed as you were, gentle as I found you to be, in a single breath I am watching you sleeping, with a smile, burning.
If hearts could blossom all my petals would pave your way to my arms. Securely. Tenderly.
If hearts could blossom I would be able to gift it to you, for now you are my gift.

Sept. 2018