You are a book of flowers , The chapter of roses tells the story of your heart ,all that you have ever felt is written in teardrops of scarlet red .
The chapter of daisies tells the story of your eyes it defines all the colors you have ever seen, a burst of electric poems showing your beautiful glaring gaze.
The book of tulips tells the philosophical truth about that breath taking smile , such a radiant world that takes the moment into a single dimension of you.
The book of you is a flower from heaven drawn in a paradise on earth it is a perfection of aesthetics.
So garden me with the flowers of your book, and read to me the stories of those spring bees, they follow your twilight scents, to the end of the rising sun.
Farewell i say while missing you in those winter days, fear not i will water the gardens once again, you will rise up, and I will hold you hands blasting through life together again.
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