Fourth Tier in April

For every tear she cries
He stuffs flower petals into his back pocket for safe keeping.
Depending how severe they're last argument had been
He'll save some in the purse
she'll wear in the morning.
He says he's sorry.
Rewrites vows of undying love in simpler phrases for her to understand even through the thick of her tears.
Yet even when her hair becomes fragile through the years of stress,
He still finds her beautiful.
Thinking back to the days of old when  wrinkles didn't accompany her smile,
Back when bags were accessories through the globe she travelled around,
He still plans to unpack her eyes when the world grows to big for her to imagine.
He just wants her trust.
He's attempted to make love to her without the sight of lust,
But her hips have grown so wide.
Her lips make perfect mountains when dressed in colors of the sky.
Her cheekbones naturally blush
Making the brim of her nose seem so rounded in its small size.
He's tried one too many times to make love to her mind,
But memories of her from elementary,
To junior high,
And all through high school
Replay like the winning touchdown he made as a Senior.
The love he has for her keeps him high.
Like fine wine she hadn't aged a bit.
And if those subtle reminders of why she said I Do
Ever decide to cloud his vision,
Each pocket full of posies should steer him back to forgiveness.
Bring him back to where it all began,
Watching her pull apart a rose in hopes of finding love again.
He loves, he loves me not...
He loves ME,
Instead of other women.