I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them , they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
How my heart sings 
I didn’t know cyclamen was a flower. Cool poem.
Thank you.,Scott.I think I already put a photo of one earlier.This is called a Rondel poem.It’s like a song