The finest part bloom in time reveal the beauty of fashion.
It blossom bloom produce flowers big and small.
The flower is beauty define as a woman.
The feminine figure of a woman, the delicate part.
The colour contain of her beauty and demure scent
Hidden secret. The glory brings great passion
To any individual pass on.
The flower is a sign of love, passion and emotion of human race.
It is compose of true devotion and sincerity to win one heart.
The beauty hold and carry, being capture by someone 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 pass by, the flower being alone broken
And damage, inflicted by someone. The heart murmur so deep,
The tears fall. The eyes of God be seen her oneself,
Carry on in his affection, hold her faith and make her stronger firmly
And live one more day. She will make it through the rain by
God the father above all things.
© Jocelyn Sumido-Dunbar
13 January 2004
10: 35 AM
Jocelyn Sumido Dunbar
Thursday, June 1, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: verse