You wrote letters in the spring
Folded in each blooming thing
Yellow petals lined with ink
Softest secrets in the brink
Pressed in pages, neatly dried
Memories you tried to hide
Daffodil letters, light and sweet
Found beneath my garden seat
Even if the words were few
Every bloom still speaks of you
Rain erased the script you drew
But the flower still feels true
In each stem I hear your name
Written clear without the flame
Even if the lines have gone
The feeling lingers on and on
Daffodil letters, light and sweet
Found beneath my garden seat
Even if the words were few
Every bloom still speaks of you