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    Flower

    FLOWER
    THE BEAUTY OF A GODDESS!
    YOUR COMPLEXION IS OF HONEY GOLD.
    MADE FROM THE BEST INGREDIENTS MOTHER NATURE HAS TO GIVE.
    KISSED BY THE LIPS OF GOD,
    MOLDED BY THE HANDS OF THE FATHER, SUCH A DELICATE PEACE OF WORK.
    A FLOWER,
    TO BE SEEN, AND ENJOY BY THE WORLD,
    TO FILL THE AIR WITH YOUR FRAGRANCE,
    THE PUREST FORM OF BEAUTY,
    IN ALL YOUR SPLENDER,
    FOR ALL TO SEE.
    TO BE NURTURED AND LOVED IS YOUR PURPOSE.
    GIVEN THE BEST OF CARE BY THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO ARE ABLE,
    THOSE WHO RECONGNIZE, CHERISH, AND RESPECT THE WORK OF GOD.
    THESE HANDS, HE GAVE TO ME,
    TO CARE FOR HIS FLOWER.
    WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY SOUL,
    WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART,
    WITH EVERY BREATH THAT I TAKE,
    I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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