Crushed flowers

Crushed flowers

Little white flowers, scattered on my bed.
The fragrance cocooned in white linen
But the flowers were crushed
And lay in a wreck,
All in the ecstasy of our first night.
 
Then I kept waiting and waiting
For that moment that would never be.
To be crushed once again in his arms
To feel like the flowers
Crushed on that very first night.