It is raining lightly in the forest, <br />Little flowers begin to droop <br />In the fragile atmosphere <br />Of God’s sympathetic tears. <br /> <br />You pick the smallest ones <br />And hold them to your breast, <br />Then with your face angelic and wet, <br />Bring them into your room. <br /> <br />These grateful flowers <br />Smile for you; <br />Mystically, they carry my heart <br />And will not let you forget me. <br /> <br />Love is the tender sadness we both feel <br />When we are unable to kiss <br />But can only protect something gentle.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/small-goddess-of-delicate-flowers/
