She blossoms every morning,
    Though she

may wither slightly

                      though the harsh
Breezes of  the daily life.

She still is a flower
     Of impeachable beauty.

Though the day may wilt her.

She is the fragrance,
     That will never fade.

And I will gaze upon
     Her for eternity


For she is my blossom
   In the garden of life.