Upon the fast blurry sounds of this world,

Upon the patches of living green,

From eminence of living colors,

From the living colors of illustrious garden flowers,

In the gardens of life’s poetic beauty,

How did I miss thee?

From life’s vibrance of warm glowing mornings,

Witnessing the birth of a new day,

Upon the morning mist,

And the dew of moistures kiss.

Upon my life,

How didst I miss thy glowing beauty.

Upon the green gardens of the lilies,

To smell the sweet fragrance of the supple rose,

From the warm friendliness of the dancing daises . .

I almost missed you . . . .

From the edge of that old oak tree,

You were growing alone by the sweetness,

And grace of your own radiant spirit,

I found thee . . . .

From a heart that was slow beating,

In icy waters my frozen heart was almost gone,

But alas new blood brings life anew,

And a new breath upon a sweet fragrance of your eminence.

How do we adorn the crimson rose in the distinct color and pattern?

Thy velvet angelic white bonnet w/radiant dots of black and violet elegance.

Not seeing the heart inside that is beyond angelic description of the life divine.

Upon timeless, vibrant spirit and priceless eminence of heart.

To look upon thy timeless, supple beauty,

And humble heart,

My eyes will never forget,

A mystery so dear to me,

Upon my humble prayers,

Trying to live so worthily,

To walk with thee . . .

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