Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Flowers in Your Hair

I know you wish that I was there,

And hope that I would be near you.

Always with flowers in your hair,

Just something that you seem to do.

We were together for a while,

But then you did go your own way.

And now I hear you hope that I'll

Be coming back to you one day,

Together once more, time and place.

But the truth to you I must tell,

An encounter I cannot face,

More with you and less I am well.

Flowers in your hair bother me,

Allergic to them I do be.