The Delicate Flower

I am a delicate flower,

If I am not loved I die;

If I am not watered I cry.

Protect me from burning by the sun,

And from the coldness by night.

Make my heart beat fast and right;

That is the only way I stay alive.

I am a delicate flower,

The heat of your love makes me bloom,

When you are beside me;

I'm not afraid of a thunderstorm.

When the snow comes;

I hide underneath your brave heart,

I'm not moved by darkness or night.

When I hear the heavy rain outside,

It is a melody combined with a beat of your heart; 

Oh, what more can I want?

Please love me now,

And love me forever.

I will bloom and bloom;

Taking colors from the sky,

With a beauty that widens every eye;

My little sparks burning bright,

So you can enjoy my sight;

I happened to be one of a kind;

Only made for you by God.

"Husbands Ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one hated his own flesh but nourishes and cherishes it. Just as the Lord does the church." Ephesians 5:28-29

Photo credit:  Xymonau and Abiy Mamo Photography