Its beauty, blossoms deeply, flows profoundly. The depth, that of its crimson hue, the soul deepened, by the essence of its intrinsic glow. Its gentleness, moves you breathlessly, sways you deeply, the felt breadth of its scented aura. Every heartfelt expression, beautifully enhancing the soul’s quintessence, like that of its deep colorful ways. One’s heart like petaled tulips, frolicking through life’s meadows, raptured of its sheer persuasion, love’s breathtaking wind. Your soul feeling helpless, as a kitten up a tree. Heart clinging to clouds, but the uncontrolled soul laughs out loud; hidden feelings, of misty eye’s gentle reign. Graceful raindrops, welled up tears like sweet gumdrops, spilling of the heart’s closely held secret. I am, like a flower. My soul, a steam of love’s endearing bloom. What makes room, makes the heart zoom, chasing butterflies. Soaring like an eagle, on the wings of love, up above the clouds. Likened, to mature dandelion seeds in the air, granting wishes of love’s perpetual belief. Heart like a flower, blushed with the scent of gentility, hints of its lavender, of its totality; its flowered bouquet!

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