Tenderness of inner beauty growing into maturity is a
beautiful sight.
Delicate blossoms arranged perfectly as they grow a
little each day.
Soon forming a precious bud, holding all the gifts and
talents of unrecognized intellect and genius.
Carefully and lovingly tended, watered by special
attitudes of friends, each day growing a little taller,
straighter, reaching for heaven through maturity.
Standing on the threshold of yesterday's evening,
awaiting dawning of a new beginning, as each petal unfolds,
revealing the exquisite beauty of a woman, blossoming as
fragrantly as a rose in heaven's gardens.
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