Becoming of Me
Here I go
into a world
Of pastel flowers
Pretty little bows
Petals off a rose
Perfume lingers
Here for hours
bouquets all in pose
beautiful moments
Seem like ours
Every room
Has a little bit of pink
Little bit of flowers
Smell of fresh apples
Springs morning dew
All wrapped up
Into the aroma
Of all my memories
Growing into a woman
Loving you
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