To thumb through flowers,
bright and blue,
is like the way I think of you.
A vibrant hue,
a gentle grace,
a smile that lights this lonely place.
The petals soft
beneath my hand,
recall the touch I understand.
The warmth you give,
the comfort known,
a love that's surely deeply sewn.
And as I trace these petals true,
I find my love renewed anew.
The petals soft beneath my hand,
recall the touch I understand.
The warmth you give,
the comfort known,
a love that's surely deeply sewn.
And as I trace these petals true,
I find my love renewed anew.