FLOWER IN THE CREEK

I never pictured love to be so fascinating;

I never thought that you've turned out to be

a fragment of my destiny.

The beauty you possess and the finess you pour;

You are likened to a flower in the creek.



As the dew drops from the canopy down to the petals;

As the birds greet summer with a romantic chirp;

As the leaves glide down to the moss filled ground;

And as the breeze sails through the heart of the creek;

The flower in the creek stands shy and alone.



Toured by the bees and tickled by the fish;

Freshened by the tropical winds;

Embraced by the creek, caressed by the moonlight and

warmed by the sun.



The flower in the creek, that's what you are;

That beauty is a ravity and desires tend to have no end;

Your appeal is craved by the many, but your heart can only

can only afford one;

Just one to glorify your loneliness in the center of the

creek.