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Flower of Love
The blossom of happiness
grows slowly in a bloom
of heart felt red lined in
the golden glow.
The pulse of velveteen
petals as gently they
unfurl once more reawakened
by a song of a distant past.
A feeling as old as time
yet somehow made anew,
never quite like this, the
joy brought day by day.
Holding my own sun and
moon balanced together
to lie between both radiance
of the dark and light.
Balance found where
the flower of love grows
ready to be harvested and
kept immortal.
Never shall it wilt or
wither, its leaves remain
enriched green, while the bud
speaks of life.
7:59 AM - 6/2/2006 -
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