got a poem

If I were a flower, I’d droop,
in need of your nourishment and care.
Though the soil may be hard dirt and stone,
with your kiss, I grow with a flair !
With joy I reach for the sun,
it’s brilliant glow, so like your own.
And if a butterfly lands on my petals,
I know it is only you, calling me home.

Tecihila, Baby !!!
Nita Wolf

looooooove you too, Babe !!!
nita lu

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