My flower. *

Sometimes I forget that out of a garden full of weeds, I picked you.
You were so beautiful I could not resist and you smelt so good too.


And then I noticed all the weeds, still curled around your stem and tried to save you, but I just could not.
So I put you back cause you were not completely ready to blossom and bloom.
So HE who planted your seed, took care of you and you became…

You are what I saw, a beautiful flower and I forgot that I picked you once before out of a garden full of weeds.

HE gave you to me and now you are mine, I will try to cherish you, take care of you just like HE does.

I forget that you are mine some times…I forget that you are mine.

So beautiful, and you smell just as lovely as I remembered.

My chocolate cosmos

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