Beautiful. The first time I saw you. Beautiful. As the sun glowed on you and the rain dripped down, I knew I loved you. You could take so many forms each one unique and beautiful in their own ways. I’m saying beautiful too much, aren’t I. But you are. I wonder how God managed to keep the angels blameless of the sin jealousy when he made you. Is that why so many try to hurt you and pluck you out in vain only to admire you for a little and let you die. Every bit of you is everything I want to cherish and love. Even when I may bleed I hope that it only makes you stand out more as you are… perfection.

To my dear Flowers