I watch you as the sun pours out it's light to heat your blooms.

I love how your curls cascade over shoulders burdened with time.

The beauty that is yours has blessed me each passing year with a
deeper appreciation of your essence.

Your love is rooted deep within the well spring of hopeful dreams.

Nourished by the many tears that have flowed down your cheeks,
your purpose is still resolute and honest.

Why do you feel less lovely than before?

Has time not made you even more beautiful with each fading year?

I dare say your beauty is full and overflowing and I am still
transfixed and captured by the magnetic draw of your heart.

Desiring, lacking for nothing, needing only you I drink in your beauty
and taste the sweet wet tang of your blossoming folds.

The sweet soft glow of your arousal arcs passion across positive
fields of light.

There is still thunder in your being and lightning in your touch.

I touch your pedals and feel the silky smoothness that encapsulates
my body.

I am your gardener, destined to enrich the soil of your youth, to touch
the tenderness of your time, and to dwell in the magnanimity of your
nature.

When years pass on by, your seasons will be blessed all the more and your blooms will be full as your burdens will be light.

I stand in awe looking at such a complex and concrete vision of beauty, naked for my eyes; you will forever be pretty and until the hour glass of life closes my eyes, each grain of your being will i forever love.

rb (c) 2008