Gliding along the soft textures, colorful displays, and deep hues…it is easy to get lost. But perhaps that is something to be embraced. A relief that flowers offer…apart from other gifts. This sweet perfume and pleasing image is a treasure in of itself – one that demands attention and to be fully appreciated.
Always, I am in awe of you. With what elegance you capture my attention…externally, it seems. Even as your memory seeps into my soul and roots itself so determinately, I find that I willingly surrender to you. I am yours.
Had I a moment to see your visage when you declared that heartless existence to be your name…perhaps things would have been different. The influence of the passion of one’s expression – eyes that cannot be resisted for their truthfulness is unbearable to ignore.
They say that patience is a virtue…we will not debate that. After all, we have been cultivating flowers for years and have a learned a few things about life along the way, believe it or not.
Gently and sweetly did he place the large bouquet of luscious roses in my arms. I held them and stared, mesmerized, as if they were a newborn child. Somehow, I was injected with a youthfulness that astounded me…for the expansion within my heart was like the beginning of the most wondrous feeling in the world….
