I want to write you
A love song
On my knees 
With head bowed  
Inclined 
bending
Slowly forward
Suitably reverent
But the words
Lie scattered
Like crushed Rose petals
Blown in the wind
And jumbled

Until I pick them up
And assemble them
Into  meaningful
lines
a rose petal crushed 
Irrevocably
latent realisation
Another dead in
Obvious vain
Ecstatic feelings 
Memories of yesterday
Often returning through
Useless endearments 

Crushed petal love