Delicate flowers as the wind flows through them what makes your petals fall or fly high darling come and caress me as your scent does, heart on fire I might die peacefully with a satisfied smile on my face tenderly kiss me before my spirit reaches the stars. Just random poetry about life and random things that others don't seem to notice, it is the little things that count too. :) Follow me on Insta: @ his_white_rose97All Rights Reserved