| Written: MAY 7, 2002 |
Your eyes are like bright flowers,
In the spring we cannot wait until they Blossom
And bestow beauty upon us all…
You are to me, a gentle flower;
One for which I would press back the delicate blooms:
To reveal your inner self and the greatness therein.
To gaze into your being,
Smell in the fragrance that draws me,
As a bee is drawn to Honey.
Gently I touch, wanting to embrace you.
But for the fear of your harm
I keep distant and longing.
Sharing all you have to offer,
Yet safely out of reach of you,
One of the world’s precious Blossoms.
