Oh, sweetie, how did you manage to grow?
I’ve been gone for weeks and forgot to leave you a drink.
Look at you, you’re amazingly beautiful.
The radiate glow of your peddles are beyond belief.
I dare not look away, for I’ve been stricken with love.
You’ve stolen the words from my heart.
No adjectives can I find to describe your elegant form.
I’ve taken a photo of you.
Maybe, in the future, I’ll come up with a poem, a short story of hope or possibly a song.
Photo Challenge – Growth.