Walking along the edge of the stream leads to a special place of wild flowers, the most beautiful, the most fragrant flowering luster in lavender colors.
To behold a flower so special, belongs to anyone willing to hold them in their hands and take in the atmosphere of love.
Flowers and love feel like the perfect essence; the fragrance always emitting a specialness only love can behold.
The naked eye sees a stream flowing at a random pace, and a flower blooming in a haphazard way, but the eyes of love see the calm, the tranquil, the ever nurturing hand of God sheltering lovingly from the torrential rains, the cold snows, the winds and shadows of the clouds.
My flower was meant for you, someone who can see what love can do.
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