The Flower of My Heart
written by Grace
As morning dawns, the first rays of sun touch my face.
The dew reflects sun light
and they become as sparkling diamonds.
My head is raised at every second of time...
My eyes open to view the garden,
and it's then I become aware of her presence.
Almost like a mystical creature, she moves with grace,
but determination; stopping to touch a leaf
or to lean over and caress a flower.
Her beauty is so astounding,
one wonders if she is indeed real!
It is then, I sense my heart beating rapidly
and I close my eyes.
My soul longs to touch her as she moves closer.
Hoping she will stop, I fear she will pass me by.
How can she see beauty in me
while suspended in the presence of her light?!
Time is nonexistent as she pauses to consider me.
I open my eyes to meet hers and for a fleeting moment,
our hearts melt as one.
She hesitates... then gracefully moves on.
Ah, sadness fills my being!
She has not chosen me to be the flower of her heart!
But as long as I have life, she will always be...
The Flower of My Heart.
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