Saturday, October 20, 2012

My precious flower*

My precious flower*

I come to you my love, I come oh precious flower
Your vibrancy I see with such attracted power
I float around in the wind and know where you are
My distance is short as your heart is not that far
When I finally arrive, my wings give rest from the skies
This love affair we have, a flower to a butterfly

Dom*Colucci 2012

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