day one
Last week’s bouquet faded a few days ago. When the petals had faded, we were awed by their paleness. So you took another picture and I wrote a poem and we ate some pasta kind of meal:
Faded Flowers
Even the most beautiful
will lose their brilliant blush.
Let not them say
when we grow old
that we did not enjoy
love’s changing lusty moments
to moment
ever.
Ellespeth
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