Treasured Flowers

Conjure the moment

Into blooming flowers,

Blowing in the wind

Like our vibrant encounters,

Stomach my words

As I digest your beauty,

Gaze into my eyes and

And taste my thoughts profusely,

A lick of time is the essence,

A kiss of devotion

Amongst your presents,

Flying Doves are the soundtrack

Of our confessions,

Talk to me without words,

Speak to me in body language,

Be the horizon

To my point of vantage,

I found love like a lost treasure,

The flowers blooming

Is the story of my pleasure

– Nicholas F Hawkins

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