Flower in her Hand
I remember a girl with a flower in her hand
Gently smiling 'thank you'
And a boy, bravely shy
Puffing with pride
I think of old days and not so long ago
Holding your hand gently
A man, braving memories
Ever thankful for having you there
You are still as beautiful as then
I love you because it is my joy
To love, you above all others
In obedience to my heart and vows
Tie up the moments.
Make one big picture
Filled, with love and loving
The picture is real, then and tomorrow
