The Smell Of Lilac 

And this May reminds me of him

When I walk down the alley at dusk

I am attracted by the smell of intoxicating flowers

where he was waiting for me under the lilacs.

Memories are awakened, images return

while the breeze waves its branches

he would hug me gently, whisper softly

with his other hand he chose blue bouquets.

He knew I loved those intoxicating flowers

and from the petals to drink his dew

he adorned my chest with bouquets of happiness

the scent ruffled in my lush hair.

He would weave a wreath and put it on his hair

lovely blue lilac flower

I still keep it and carry it in my heart

remembering the love of his youth.

I also hold a small canvas bag

where all our desires remained woven

they introduced blue lilac petals

and dear memories do not fade in the heart.

Longing overwhelms me and I close my eyes

my soul is constricted

my eye stings

love hurts me, wound hurts me

whenever I stop under a lilac.

© Slavka Bozovic

White lily

God planted irresistible flowers

The intoxicating smell spreads far and wide

The delicate whiteness clings to eyes

Well, they inspire every poet.

I love those beautiful flowers so much

I would decorate my beloved with it

Giving him luck in the palm of his hand

I would sew lily petals for his sheets.

The lily is the king among flowers

It exudes the divine color of innocence

Because of its unique appearance, everyone loves it

Angels use it to weave wreaths into their hair.

I would like to harvest them forever

To enjoy the magic of God

That I collect it in the meadows for perfumes

And I invoke a blessing with a silent prayer.

© Slavka Bozovic

Two Roses

One spring long ago, we planted two roses

Both were bright red in color

And now they are next to each other, still hanging out

Well, dear, they remind me of the two of us.

They remind me of my early youth

And the days of our youthful happiness

When we shared kisses under the stars

Thinking that nothing will tear us apart.

Life separated us, that fraudster

Only painful memories remain

Two roses, whispering, comforting each other

About passionate love from the time of long-ago spring.

© Slavka Bozovic

SLAVKA BOŽOVIĆ