Zinnias and Butterflies

i remember fields of zinnias in every hue,
upon them danced weightless butterflies.
But i don't remember ever saying
i loved you.

i remember moonlit nights,
where lemon blossoms filled the air
making us dream of exotic places.
But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.

i remember picking flowers from your garden
to tell you goodbye,
as you left never to return.
But i don't remember ever saying i loved you.

Some say i'll see again, but logic tells me otherwise.
i never told you i loved you, but i think
you knew that i did.

And if i never see you again
i will always have the fields of zinnias and
the dancing butterflies that you left for me.