
Shower me in flowers,
so that I might bloom just for you.
Maybe young in dotage
but ripe in essence as well as seasoned in Garth.
In blooming for you, love is no longer a mere designation or pronouncement in its entirety
but an indefinite sentiment signed in an abyssive ink.
In his fingers trails the mark of complete ,
in his smile lingers the promise of infinite joy
and in his mobility creates cosmic treasure.
I have signed my name in indestructiveness on this find.



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