Flower Girl

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

xoxo, L

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a photo series with Bkkr