free form

Ring formed like a blossom,
hugs gently around my finger.

Blings gold and true,
I’m married to the bloom.

As the shine sparks in my eyes,
your memory continues to linger.
when I spoke to one
who shared my gloom.

I wept of how the cold feels so rigor,
I feared the comfort of seeing my tomb.
You provided feelings that slowed the trigger,
you shared words that let me resume
.
Nothing in nature blooms all year around,
Why do you feel shame in doing the same?
The day always arrives
when you come back astound,
yourself is never the thing to blame.