He gave me some pink flowers
Since we met at a blossom tree
Each petals fill with love's power
Where we are meant to be
Pure scent of flowers whisper,
Beneath the morning dawn bliss
Softly glowing pink deeper
Made by his cozy sweet kiss
His soul and pure tender heart
Forged by the Angel's grace
A quite delight and perfect art
And felt his warm solace embrace
I can never let go of his presence
As my soul revere his pleasance
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
He gave me some pink flowers
Since we met at a blossom tree
Each petals fill with love's power
Where we are meant to be
Pure scent of flowers whisper,
Beneath the morning dawn bliss
Softly glowing pink deeper
Made by his cozy sweet kiss
His soul and pure tender heart
Forged by the Angel's grace
A quite delight and perfect art
And felt his warm solace embrace
I can never let go of his presence
As my soul revere his pleasance
