Frozen.

In a house that perpetually smells like rain,
She watches tender tendrils tremble,
Jamboree to the jazzy winds.
It swells up in the heart,
wells up in the eyes,
Unrequited Love.
                         A flood of Nostalgia.Strewn carelessly in chipped glass jars,
Gladiolas fade on dusty tables.
A century rolls by.