Flower of the Hour
A bloom of valor in the heat of summer
ushering me to the epitome of a deep inhale
she becomes by far my flower of the hour
velvet to the touch with red cherry ooze, she is perfect
and is always ready to permeate the air with her exhume
ushering me to the epitome of a deep inhale
she sets my senses reeling with her sweet perfume
this classy flower proud of stature claims my garden
and is always ready to permeate the air with her exhume
her summer spritz, traverses alongside my Doc Martens
I feel privy to her floral dance, as I advance
this classy flower proud of stature claims my garden
for she is unequaled to any bud of sidling stance
offering hope for a brighter tomorrow
I feel privy to her floral dance, as I advance
she takes away my every sorrow
a bloom of valor in the heat of summer
offering hope for a brighter tomorrow
she becomes by far my flower of the hour
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