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.
Adoringly beautiful, flowers definitely bring something to the table. It is not much of a wonder that they are appreciated by all. A unique significance to their beauty is intrinsically related to their freshness…hence false flowers simply do not have the same magnitude of appeal that their perishable counterparts have.
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.