The sun spills gold, a gentle ray,
Across a field where blossoms sway.
Each petal soft, a whispered plea,
'All these, my love, are meant for thee.'
From valleys deep to mountain high,
A symphony of colour, sky to sky.
The rose's blush, the violet's hue,
A vibrant dream, forever new.
The lily's grace, the daisy's smile,
A tapestry of beauty, mile on mile.
Each fragrant bloom, a sweet perfume,
A tender gift, dispelling gloom.
For you, my dear, this world unfurls,
A thousand colours, countless pearls.
The finest blooms, the rarest sight,
A love that shines, both pure and bright.
Let these blossoms brightly gleam,
A love-lit dream, a cherished theme.
All the flowers, a fragrant array,
For you, my love, come what may.
Your beauty blooms, a sight so bright,
My heart's delight, a shining light.
All other flowers, fade from view,
For you, my dear. How much I love you!
All Flowers are for You
© Copyright: Лариса Сенегал, 2024
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