A Flower Caught My Eye
As I walked a mountain path one flower caught my eye,
her beauty made me stop, she could not be passed by.
Gently, I looked closer and touched the precious gem,
suddenly, the petals fell off of her stem.
Sitting down to ponder, my mind raced back in time
to a girl I loved when young and in my prime.
Funny, how minds bring memories to take thoughts away
and in a flash brings sadness to our happy days.
I thought she was behind me, this love from my past,
but a simple flower has shown it always lasts.
All my photographs of us are faded gray and old,
yet, I keep them safe, as if they are pure gold.
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