Sublime to the end of time

In a very special way, I may

Say with a song

I made to her to be longed

For she belongs among my thoughts

Every thought I thought

She caught my heart

Every fiber and every part

She is now a part of every thought I caught

Flowers and roses pose as prose and rhymes

I have expressed my thoughts my love

In different ways and times

Sublime to the end of time

Precious stones and different tones

Different tones of shades and light

Always polite and bright

Photo by TMAB2003 Photo by Internet Archive Book Images