when the blooms of love spring open
Waving in breeze the bud is clever
hiding 'neath layers like a scared orphan
Hard hands lay gently upon the bloom
and the soft petals start to come alive
A sweet fragrance will envelope the room
as new colors of promise arrive
Small kisses of passion linger on white tips
as the warmth of the gardener's released
Arousal of life is renewed by his fingertips
and the flame of intensity's increased
Together they're dancing through trials of life
he picked the best blossom to become his wife








This is beautifully written as usual, I was thinking of doing one myself for that line.
I love you baby... Scott

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