Where
I

picked you from the bog

the
 ground
 had opened up to set us free

Zepheranthes Rosea - Haiku

I
am
 not afraid,
your
 kind of beauty
excites
a
 free
falling
of
my
expressions,
you
understand
failure
and 
celebrate
my
successes,
you
are
soul fire,
strife or stride
my
  lover my bride,
girl
 I am gonna follow,
 f 
o
l
l
o
w
Y♥️U
.

The thickness of thin.

The
sun came
for it's flower

she blushes in
the heat
of the
moment

her
petals
rouge from
a salmons pink

her joy always returns
with dew drops
of the dawn
that pearls
in the valley
of the rising sun

she is lotus my river of love.