My Flower, My Precious One
My flower, my precious one
My flower, my precious one
of drifting sunrise and
honeysuckle bloom,
to know your love
is to dream euphoric splendor
amidst dawning shimmers
in morning glory whispers
wafting upon apricot heavens,
to breathe effervescent breezes
flowing across windswept
fields of sunflower petals beneath
enchanting blue skies wishes,
to float endlessly
beyond northern borders and
wavering horizons
of a desperate distant longing . . .
My flower, my precious one,
to know your love
is to know that each new day exists
for only you and me
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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