Flowers In Your Hair

I wrote my first poem today! Please don't laugh at my attempt! It's only my first!

I follow your gaze,

My eyes alight upon the mirror

Your eyebrows scrunched down,

Hairbrush in hand, thoughtful.

If I may suggest -

Perhaps you should wear

Flowers in your hair tonight.

Upon your dresser lies a package,

Unwrapped, the ribbons undone

Nestling in the dark velvet,

Twin ivory combs, bejeweled

Rubies that catch the light,

Burning bright red flames

Like the tresses they will embellish.

Turn around, here I am

Fresh and dewy and bright

I know this is not my place,

Glittering diamonds, sparkling champagne

I neither shine, nor shimmer

I can only stand by

While your beauty takes the center stage.

Soft white petals against locks of red

Nature's own adorning Nature's pride.

At dawn when I wither

Don't caste me aside,

Keep me with you, a reminder -

When red fades to gray

The journey is not yours alone.

Here I am, in my beauty simple and pure,

My fragrance with the mingled scents

Of tears, heartaches and sleepless nights,

Of a life that once was enough,

Of all the things you left behind.

Hear me I beg, for old love's sake

Let me be the flowers in your hair tonight.