One more Poem for tonight

The Flowers Of LoveBy, Matthew. T. Borders  The flowers of loveHow peaceful but boldYet so FragileTo wither in the coldAnd  yet so poisonnessTo eat them is a noKiss me once with themUnder a withered mistletoe  The Flowers of loveThe pedals of fateThough the stem has thornsTheir passion is greatAnd these flowers of loveHold hope so dearBut the icy touch of silenceIs their biggest fear  The Flowers of loveCaring, sharing and trustA relationship without themIs the difference between love and lustI once had a loveBut with the season she did goKiss me goodbye once lovedUnder a withered mistletoe