Flower, like you cared for me, as fragile as it was, I am cherished
In fields of blooms, I let go my sadness. I am a wandering soul finding rest. Do you really exist?
That's what I asked to my self one day. Never thought something like this to come again. You are unique. I believe in signs as just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes and here you are.
Under the moonlight, I kept my promise. For life long, I kept awaiting for soon I know you will be back and again hear these words flows out from your lips like petals, blowing in the wind. Flower you may take rest, She is here. Yes indeed I am. I will be there .Your caring hands, your inspiring words, your laughter, your anger, your whole being.... now I consider my World.
