An old bake house

This could be a rememberance note for a girl once lived

She chose this flower not because of its allurance but due to the odour that hugs her each time she smells

Odour that carasses  her carefree strands with love

Love that was hidden in letters

Love that was hidden in coffee beans picked by them 

Love that was once a ribbon to her  tied braid 

It  was tied so tightly before the baking process

Whisking was done ,blending all of them so perfectly

So did their love, blended so well

Baked bread and the old bench witnessed their contentment

A flower picked and kept so passionately by him

Kept it just to decorate her ribbon tied braid 

An odour added  to the aromas from her apron 

Flower that she picked up now was kept so gently onto her carefree hair

But not tied this time,it was lost with the breeze

May be it was devoid of love which kept it before