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by: Kaki A morning glory feels the heat of the sun's first rays, rays so intense that they would destroy most buds. But it feels and it blossoms, growing full reveling in the strength that not all could survive. And you my everlasting morning glory face the heat that is what I am, the strength that cannot be hid and where others would turn away, you you crave it, you crave what I am. This gift, your blossoming at my touch, reveling in the heat of me, in that intensity gives to me what the morning glory gives to the sun. Its praises, its love, its beauty and who would say that the morning glory pales that it is weak because it chooses the path of the sun it is only stronger for the choice only more beautiful, graceful, because it knows its desire and you my beautiful flower, my gift from God allow me to rise each day, being the woman I was meant to be knowing I am loved by a man so strong that he blossoms from the power of me. 
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