the house is filled with flowers

the garden is in full bloom

the colors dance in a symmetry

each one a piano key

that she has orchestrated

each one a note in the symphony

her hands have created

and yet come Winter

one never has the feeling

there is an empty space in want

not even when Christmas has left

all the decorations are boxed, stored

her presence so fills my life

i could never ask for a modicum of addition

to the fulfillment of my forevermore

her presence

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