A Haunting Bouquet

A portrait on the wall with a memory of my love so divine

She now appears in a haunting bouquet of ethers and esters

The grapes of my blessings intoxicating my mind as she still remains

Like the fermented juices of our wine in a glass the fragrance of flowers

Takes my breath away as I look at her face day in and night in an oil painting

I touched her with most delight, as the spirit brings me the lust of her memory

I toast to the season and the giving be right, to hold her once more with grace and meaning

Love is so very haunting, like a bouquet of dark ruby roses I leave a kiss on the glass