She is a blooming flower, I’m ever her fan

She is a blooming flower,

I’m ever her fan

She is ever blooming fully open

Yet giving the impression to bloom, open more

It’s a delight savoring her beauty

A flower so fragrant,

Swaying majestically in the wind

A  flower  so bright and colorful

A flower so smooth, silky soft

A flower never dying standing the test of time

I’m blessed to have her, enjoy her beauty

So mystical, ethereal, so breathtaking,

So alluring, evoking eternal love

Reminding me not to crush the flowery her

To caress softly, kiss gently, hold dearly

She is one of a kind in the multitude of flowers

Mild, sweet and soft yet a wild flower

With great contours, letting the honey

To be drunk by me this swirling bee over her

passions strong yet not rupturing the fabric of the flower

A flower is a flower, so smooth yet that strong

A miracle in the annals of nature’s history
A flower to cherish, savor in company

Bloom, blooming, looming in sight

An ever growing soul  stirring delight!

 -Mohan Sanjeevan