April Showers
Watering Seeds Of Love
The Magic Of Spring
Planted A Seed,
And The Thought Of Flowers
Started To Sprout Vividly…
I Think Of The Moment ls
With You And Me…
I Think Of The Moment
Your Love Showered Over Me…
You Left My Heart Glowing,
With A Smile Up In Your Eyes,
You Became My Temporary High…
Like A Flower I Prayed You’d
Rain on Me…
So That I’d Bloom,
Through The Rays Of Sunshine,
And My Fragrance,
Would Spread And Bless The City,
With The Aroma Of Love…
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Comments (7)
😊👍 Great images Lonzo. I hope you have been keeping well!
This was absolutely wonderful! Loved your poem!
love starts as a little seed in the heart. lovely poem
love the romantic language in this
The season of Spring is one to do that.
The aroma of love, so beautiful!
Beautiful, spring is inspiring!