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