Echoes
of the flower
Blooming
before my heart.
It's
a kind of magic,
Rejuvenation
that you start.
Bright
enough to blind,
Careful
am I to see,
Looking
at such beauty,
Gliding
in front of me.
Wonderful
light you bring,
Evoking
a state of love.
Warmth
upon my soul,
Grace
from up above.
Teasing
me to grow,
Rise
to my full height,
Beloved
dearly by her face,
Inspired
I, within her sight.
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