A bunch of flowers
I give you my friend.
They are wildflowers
picked up softly from the nature
only for you my Lord of my heart.
We shall be always lovers of nature
and shall be every time natural
in our expressions of deep love.
I love it when you are yourself
loving me without any masks.
o dear love ask from me, ask from me every time without any mask! /// excellent expression; love it
I love it when you are yourself loving me without any masks................ Brilliant observation. Thank for confession..... But other time when " you are not yourself" crazing with other objects to interact... what would be your action... hate or disinterest by heart! ....
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A bunch of flowers you give to your friend is a lovely bunch of flower. Loving nature for each other makes life greater. This poem is very brilliantly penned.10