Friday, February 24, 2012

Love: The Flower That Is You

The Flower that is you

Lanes of pink blossom fall
Onto your hair, like drops of rain to petal rose
Gently touching, wings of angels enthrall
The story starts with a kiss, soft as prose,

That touches hearts with simple words
Truth, not lies, they make the day
Like the falling blossom, it’s not why they do
It’s where they stay


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