To my blooming flower
Beautiful like the stars
Forever ignoring the will of darkness
your fragrance, forever the loving and
Domineering breath of nature.
A flower becoming nature's sign
To my loving Gentle
A reader, who treasures her books
With her loving hands,
A loving heart forever loving, willing to
Forebare for those her hearts care for.
Heart never to be conterminated by the darkness of man.
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