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.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
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.
