I Cannot See

I cannot see the flowers
if you're not with me.
I cannot even smell them.
Their perfume is lost on me.

I cannot see the birds fly
if you're not with me.
Their wingless flight escapes
along with their melody.

I cannot see the butterflies
if you're not with me.
The beauty of their colors
are only a memory

of when I saw all these things
and love was in full bloom
when the flowers, birds and butterflies
lifted my lonely gloom.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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