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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