The Flowers You Gave to Her

The petals fall, the flowers rot
But in the end, it matters not
All that counts, is the thought.
Of the flowers you gave to her.

Now the fragrance, of a rose
Dims as it does decompose
Still gives beauty, to the nose.
Of the flowers you gave to her.

The memory, fresh it stays
Regardless of how many days
Yes, she might still be in a daze.
Remembering the first flowers you gave to her.

[Rotting flowers can still smell sweet…
Write a poem which centres on this theme.
DailyPrompt prompt submitted by Margaret Sok]