Sharing a poem I wrote, have a guess what it is before you reach the bottom.
Sweet
Pleasant sweet scent
The glory of you
As my eyes watch you,
My souls in harmony
My eyes wide
Searching, dreaming
The exquisite intoxication
Of thine sight is
My hearts delight.
Always excitement,
Fresh, new.
The thought of the
Creation of you, magnificent
Extraordinary.
How did you become?
In so many infinite wonders
And splendours to be hold.
When I pick you,
I know your mine for a time.
The gift of you.
Is to touch the heart.
That is your splendour.
That is your splendour.
Flowers,
Always inviting
Thank you,
sweet flowers.
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