The Flower Girl
I SEE THE FLOWER GIRL
NEARLY EVERYDAY,
WHEN I PURCHASE THE OFFICE
A FRESH BOUQUET.
WITH HER PLAYFUL SMILE
AND GOLDEN LOCKS.
WHEN WE MEET
TIME TENDS TO STOP.
AS SHE GOES THROUGH
HER DAILY SPECIALS
SHE TENDS
TO PUT ON A SHOW.
AMBROSIAL FRAGRANCE
FROM AROUND THE WORLD
WITH BOTANICAL NAMES
SHE KNOWS.
WITH HER WICKER BASKET
SHE COLLECT FRESH FLOWERS.
AND BABY'S BREATH
FOR IT'S MAGICAL POWERS.
MAGNIFICENT COLORS AND BEAUTY
A FRAGRANCE OH SO GRAND.
AS I REACH OUT
FOR MY BOUQUET.
I GENTLY HOLD HER HAND.
HER BEAUTY TAKES
MY BREATH AWAY.
HER SOFT AND GOLDEN SKIN.
I JUST WANT TO CLOSE MY EYES,
AND DEEPLY BREATHE HER IN.
SHE'S VERY AWARE
I'M INHALING HER IN,
AND RELEASES
HER INNER SOUL.
SHE GIVES OF HERSELF
ALL THE SHE HAS,
WITH A WARM AND GENTLE GLOW.
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