Wings

When she started walking, little did she know she could fly

When she flew high, she was above the sky.

Spreading her wings.. in bliss.

Advertisements

Love You Always

5c9ef7e8bf7cb1512f39f71162ad457a

In summertime, our love is delicate, like a dandelion skimming in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it raises from warm hands to your comfortable arms.

If skies are blue, our love is true— two people falling, galloping in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the evading, meandering, closing rain.

When spring blossoms sprout, our love is strong, like color of love petals on the orchids.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gold, shining bright like a harvest sunrise, sunflower, meadows and green grass, .

For all seasons our love will keep on being delightful and loaded with recollections.
From season to season I cherish you always! My one, my only, my love muffins.

 

 

Image Credit – Pinterest