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.