A life lived without love,
would kill the strongest flower,
but surrounded by love,
even the smallest flower shall bloom.
In order to give our love,
we need to receive it as well.
It is a vicious circle,
that we desperately need to survive.
We find love through companionship,
through a gentle touch,
or a simple conversation.
In order to really love in life,
we need to look around,
and love each other.
Just like flower petals,
wrapping themselves around one another,
that is how I need you,
to wrap your arms around me.
For my emotions to be unlocked,
I need your love to fill me up.
Overwhelm me with your presence,
however small or fragile it may be,
and I will smile again,
and live again!
Soft silky hues, transmit my soul into a dream world, of sweet lavender aromas, and honey tasting kisses. I live inside Your soul, where cinnamon fragrances, make me feel home.
I taste the vanilla on my lips, and I breathe in the air of soft roses. Arms like strong walls form a fortress – safe is Your heart that protects me. I live inside Your soul, where Your warm embrace, is a token of Your undying love.
Sweet is this lavender dream, under the willow tree, where words born in Your pure heart, stream from Your sweet lips, penetrating my soul with love. You sweep me into Your soul, where I dream a million more dreams, in this beautiful eternal world.
The purple saturates the veins,
of the blue hydrangea petals.
The white truth holds the core,
in the center of the heart.
Energy bursts like little falling stars.
The room is filled with You,
and all I see are the hydrangea petals.
The rainbow attracts the eyes,
with water through the light,
providing colorful promises.
Like the sun that brightly shines,
peace breaks through the leaves,
that holds the petals up,
with strength beyond belief.
If the petals could speak,
they would sing.
If the petals could move,
they would dance.
If the petals could touch my heart,
they already did.
Spirit of the Light,
who holds the truth,
and comforts in the night,
give me words of wisdom.
The Spirit saturates the veins,
guiding the mind to the truth,
the center of the universe,
to the heart of the Creator,
where it whispers to the soul.
Hidden in the hydrangea petals,
of blue and purple shades,
in the center of the truth,
is the love of my Father.