The Man I Loved

I loved him

That was true

But never knew

If he loved me too.

One day I plucked

A yellow flower

From a plant

It smelled absolutely wild

Benumbed my senses

And put me in a trance.

Strangely I smelled love

In the flower so wild and fresh

Silently I came

To the man I loved

I brushed his cheek

With the flower I picked

He leaned towards me

And held me so near

Kissed my hands

And caressed my hair

I inhaled from him

Not the fragrance of the flower

But the scent of my love.