The finest part blooming in time
Reveals the beauty of fashion.
Its blossoms bloom and produce flowers big and small.
The flower is beauty defined as a woman.
The feminine figure of a woman,
The delicate part.
The color contains her beauty and demure scent
Hidden secret. The glory brings great passion
To any individual passed on.
The flower is a sign of love, passion, and emotion of
The human race. It is composed of true devotion
And sincerity to win one heart.
The beauty holds and carries,
Being captured by someone's hand.
It is beautiful to imagine
The desire and sensation it brings.
The butterfly upholds every bit of scent in each petal,
So steady, so tight.
Along the way, time passes by, the flower being alone
Broken and damaged, inflicted by someone.
The heart murmurs so deep the tears fall.
The eyes of God have seen her oneself,
Carry on in his affection, hold her faith,
And make her strong firmly and live one more day.
She will make it through the rain
By God the Father above all things.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
13 January 2004
10: 35 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem