Ahh the blossoms wake in the morning light,
the faint aroma of roses grace the air.
You are a blessing to my eyes,
I touch you gently with my fingertips.
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And I savoured the poem... pure emotions of a lover's heart is dripping from the poem. Lovely.
Moments add up until they are all gone. Few consciously take the time to be in and savor the moment. It is a transcendent thing.