“Beautiful Flower.”

In the scheme of everything trivial
You are all the matters.

The comings and goings of life and the like
Don’t matter at all when you’re in my heart.

I existed without you for four long decades
Yet I knew you were out there, waiting for me.

Tripped up with bruised knees and a toppled heart
You are the most beautiful flower I ever did pick.

Brought together when you needed it the most
This cosmic intuition melding our souls seamlessly.

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