Justin Gildow

(3-26-81 / Washington, PA)

My Delicate Flower


I love you
I love you so much
You're the reason for me being so happy
You're the reason I feel so blessed

My love
You're my delicate flower
Just let me love you
Just let me take care of you

You and I can count the stars
Or we can frolic in the grass hills

My love
My delicate flower
Let's enjoy our time together
Rolling down the hill in each others arms
Like birds of a feather
I'm not sure how things the way they are can get any better

Let's lay down beside each other in the flower garden
Just let things settle in where they are
Happiness won't be much too far

I love you
I love you so much
My delicate flower

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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