The earth instead

Hey garden, give me not your flowers,
For your every thought reminds me
Of every hue, of those ephemeral beauties...

Give me a handful of the moist earth instead-
It engenders, for centuries, teeming thoughts…
Every type of stately short-lived floral feelings.

Like the flowers from the earth,
Your memories emanate from my timeless love for you.
Though beautiful, memories can perish and perpetuate.

The more forgotten earth wins
every time a passerby admires a flower...
My love too, with every memory