My Little Flower

Like the soft petals of the cherry tree, her cheeks, so beautiful and delicate.
With a scent sweeter than the sweetest rose,  no perfume more exquisite.
Every day I become more and more entranced by my little flower.
I grow more attached, every second, every minute, every hour.
If I could just touch my sweetest blossom, my skin would tingle electric.
If I could just inhale her intoxicant, my thoughts would go eccentric.
My little flower is most prized above all others in this world.
I could not imagine my life without having this beautiful girl.
I just want to be close to her, just to breathe her in.
If she were any sweeter, she would be the deepest sin.
But she would be one that I would gladly commit to, since repentance is not my fate.
My little flower is incredible beyond reason, she never ceases to fascinate.
From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.