Loving Thee*

Loving Thee*

Loving Thee
Is like a bud
Of a red rose
Blooming
In me,
Glistened
By the morn's
Nascent dew,

Loving Thee
Is like a bud
Of a red rose
Blooming
In the garden
Of our Love,
Blessed
By Light
Of You.

(*Note : the photo attached is actually taken by me, of a bud of a rose, before the photo was turned into a card)