Blossoms of Your Beauty
In the garden of my heart, you bloom so bright,
A tapestry of petals, in the softest light.
Like roses, your cheeks blush with a gentle hue,
And in your eyes, the violets whisper true.
Your laughter, a breeze that stirs the lilies fair,
Your presence, a fragrance that lingers in the air.
Daisies dance in your footsteps, pure and free,
Sunflowers turn to you, where you choose to be.
Your spirit, a bouquet of every bloom,
Wildflowers of wonder, in the early bloom.
Each petal, a story of grace and charm,
Each scent, a memory that warms the heart’s arm.
In the quiet moments, when the world is still,
You are the lily of the valley, on a tranquil hill.
Your beauty, more than any flower can show,
A symphony of nature, a timeless glow.
May the garden of your life forever bloom,
With every flower, a testament to your loom.
In the tapestry of love, you are the thread,
A masterpiece of beauty, where dreams are led.
Dedicated to Bianca Huzum
The Flower in the Field
Out in the field where the tall grass sways,
Beneath the hush of the wide blue days,
A lonely flower lifts its face,
To meet the wind with gentle grace.
No garden bed, no velvet row,
No one to see its bloom — and yet it grows.
Roots deep in earth, it dares to rise,
A quiet spark beneath the skies.
Its petals wear the morning light,
Like dreams made real in pale gold light,
And every breeze that passes by
Carries its scent into the sky.
Though storms may come and shadows fall,
And thunder shake the emerald wall,
It bows, it bends — but does not break,
For strength and hope its heart do make.
It does not bloom for crowd or cheer,
Nor seeks the praise of those who peer.
It blooms because it's meant to be
A single voice in the wind's free plea.
And maybe someone passing near
Will pause and smile, with joy or tear,
To find such beauty, wild and free,
Just being all that it can be.
Dedicated to Bianca Huzum