april 6, 2020
My love never goes out of style,
Season after season.
My heart is a flower with flourish
Infinitely growing to bear fruit
My perennial is not to be owned,
Some see the potential of a bud, but
My sepal spreads on her own time.
Enduring winter and abuse
My womb births from the stem
eternally, as each petal falls
My love remains timeless
I am always in bloom
a photo series with Bkkr