The planting of the seed to the blossoming of the rose. The whisper of kept secrets and the loudness of talk. I dance with your glory and thankfulness. I tread very carefully on cracked gravel that is laid under my steps. You let me walk with the sun beaming on my color and the moon giving me a streak of silver. So precious you are. I hold you gracefully and carefully. Being giving so much my basket of joy is pouring out love and prosperity, with trails of kisses and hugs. i am wrapped with your jealousy and not the fear of your ending. Damn! It's so sweet to the core of the taste another side that makes a face. I learn from you and will never take you for granted.