Flowers

We sit in the bed that the flowers have made for us.
They celebrate us while we're alive.
We celebrate our love like the color orange.
Not many people give it the credit.
But, we know that the underrated soon traps those Under their feet.
Cause our love is undefeated.
Blossoming like wildflowers coming back stronger and better.
Sit with me.
And hold me like the sky holds the day.
The clouds hold the rain.
The sun holds our skin and places it back with a glow.
That's why you're so important to when things are so dark.
I need you to illuminate, guide me.
Like God nested in you to show me the closest thing He could find to compare to Him.
So I would understand what love really means.
And let's not pick arguments like we pick flowers.
Let's keep everything in its place.
Where it should be.
Us both dwelling in this garden.
Finding ourselves in our eyes, in these flowers.
 This poem was inspired by this picture. What do you feel/see looking at this picture? Leave your comments/ poems below 😊🧡

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