And God kissed the brow

And God kissed the brow;
of the flower;
as it's head bowed in silence.
Pretaining;
to purity;
Engulfed;
in beauty;
Standing;
by the shore of nowhere;
Wanting;
nothing but the sand of which
it grew.
Yet;
searching for the light;
that hold the rays of love.
So help me now;
to never forget;
the siren heartbeat;
of whom my own heart has beat
for;
And never;
could you brush away the stain;
from the face of which a crystal
teardrop was shed.
And as it was your brow;
enlightened;
with the kiss of God;
You;
received the light;
You;
are the flower.
James Duncan
