Kimberly.

Today, my lover and I,
Went out for a walk.
Along the path, aligned flowers:
Stood.
She leaned over-
Pulling at a stem.
For me??
She tore the plant...
At the node.
She grabbed for me a set of:
Alternate, palmately compound flora.
They were, white, petite.
White is symbolic-
Innocence, love, passion.
Oh! There were flowers galore.
They were different colours,
Different genes.
But my lover gave me these-
Pure white flowers.
As if to say:
I love you more than,
Yesterday.