Pocket Full Of Forget-Me-Nots

Holding love so close and yet still not tangible. Letting go of a fading memory sets the embers of love to dissipate. With every memory there is a constant fragrance of bitterness only two hearts are keenly aware. Moments become memories held in tandem, ain’t no way it could’ve been random. Even if the dreams were a host, it went coast to coast with a line drawn in the sand. Our hearts simultaneously forecast an image of thoughts intertwined as a remedy for destiny. Carrying a familiar torch with a glaring hue of a pocket full of forget-me-nots, extracted from the wells she once knew. Captivated in his mind, measurements inclined, in a special way he prepared their culinary delights. Motivation in his thoughts is a tasteful reflection created in each and every bite. He never held back each time his talents were in the light. It was an array of his love which he could not convey his true heart to her until the hour of Gods delight. His heart and hands showed his love for her more than he knew, in every meal he made you could see her face cutting right to the chase. The two hit the jackpot of love showing on the nape of his neck. A fiery red burst like the shape of her heart. A melting pot of bated breath, each meal better than the last, mirroring two beating hearts of their first meeting, succinctly carved after Gods own heart. Forget me nots arranged in a locket floating around just like the first time their eyes met; both snubbed each other as butterflies were the partners to this symposium of love. No one ever knew the musical genre selections was the sound guiding the two swans to an epiphany hoping a destiny promised, would not go back on its word. Although vastly askew, the cords carried melodies that caused heart felt pitter-patter marking a new dynasty. Remembering that day so vividly, a pocket full of love turned into forget-me-nots. The onlookers couldn’t fathom a love so true until their eyes locked, finding the dream lying under the oak tree. A pocket full of forget-me-nots revealed; happy as can be, lit up like a Christmas tree.

He has made every thing beautiful in his time: even the world he has given over to their will, in such a way that no man can attain to this work that God makes from the beginning to the end. Ecclesiastes 3:11