You love me—so you planted flowers
In the garden of your creation.
'I picked the prettiest ones I could find.'
These flowers carried your scent, your beauty,
And I learned they held more than just petals.
I love you—so I gathered these blooms.
Must there not be diamonds hidden too,
Sparkling with your divine light?
I plucked them, adorned by your vastness,
To witness your presence all around me.
Through each bloom,
An uncaused light shines.
Yet in my ignorance,
I walked past, blind.
But today, these flowers
Touch my soul's mantle,
Adorning my heart's sacred niche.
What grace you bestow!
I love you deeply—
With your flowers, I crafted a vase,
Filling it with your love—
The finest work I've ever known.
MyKoul
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