Imagine accepting the truth...

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

No one plants me, no one singles me out, I just grow. Anywhere, a delicate flower, scattered here and there; I bring delight to those who pick me, I bloom when I am left alone. I grew up, I stand upright, I lean..Place me on a heart and I'll make it throb. Brush me across your lips and I'll make them blush...