A FLORA FROM AUTUMN

A FLORA FROM AUTUMN
Are you a flora from the autumn choice
All love songs are heard in a sweet voice,
Is love alive from the heavy hills of snow
Worship asking to discover love to know.
God never saw  a lovely peaceful face,
She stood before the altar for life  grace,
Atender heart left its dwellingplace,
Believe, all will return love in peace.
May I engrave on this  rock, 
a verse without  a clue,
Better to  be one that keeps us
being deep in  blue,  
It would blossom with all
your lovely rose petals red,
May I  fall into a twilight
true romantic mood instead?
Williamsji Maveli