beloved

Once a green gem,that could be blue, rose, white or gold.
Young
Clear
but then
the things came of
tune, melody and time.

Your nickname of "our daughter "

white; whiter than all of my most positive things.


.
Crystal as broken ice.

The thousand lights of two eyes on
one branch , on
one rose


The bouquet of
common sex and
hindsight.
Smelling sweetly, fragrantly
wailing in the wind.
Good news once.
My struggling woman, my hard-working woman
My beloved, sweetheart .
Lifes water; the first water giving to planted flowers, trees and my oak
Kindness, friendliness, compliments
decreasing but remembered an August in rain.