The flower girl


Then winter just a memory
Now summer takes her place
She is a likely rose,In
Midst of the flowers.

Flowers are visual treat.
As I water my flower,
She looks at me.Faithfulness
Is like the flowers of the field.

You are my fresh-frozen flower
My precious luckie lover
No one can compare your fragrance
Your love toched my existence

My love for you blossoms everyday
They bring colour to my world
With your gentle loving hand;
PLANT ONE ON ME,THE FLOWER GIRL.

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