So damn the flowers and the fleeting beautiful displays.
True love is like moss that forever always stays.
True love is like moss that forever always stays.
February 14, 2025 at 4:57 PM
So damn the flowers and the fleeting beautiful displays.
True love is like moss that forever always stays.
True love is like moss that forever always stays.
Moss is tough, moss does not go away.
It is patient, it waits for a wet cloudy day.
Then it comes alive when the seasons shift.
When the darkness is here we most need the lift.
It is patient, it waits for a wet cloudy day.
Then it comes alive when the seasons shift.
When the darkness is here we most need the lift.
February 14, 2025 at 4:57 PM
Moss is tough, moss does not go away.
It is patient, it waits for a wet cloudy day.
Then it comes alive when the seasons shift.
When the darkness is here we most need the lift.
It is patient, it waits for a wet cloudy day.
Then it comes alive when the seasons shift.
When the darkness is here we most need the lift.
Why choose moss? You might state.
There are so many flowers that would also be great!
Love is like moss because it can be found anywhere.
In the cracks and crevices, even high in the air.
There are so many flowers that would also be great!
Love is like moss because it can be found anywhere.
In the cracks and crevices, even high in the air.
February 14, 2025 at 4:57 PM
Why choose moss? You might state.
There are so many flowers that would also be great!
Love is like moss because it can be found anywhere.
In the cracks and crevices, even high in the air.
There are so many flowers that would also be great!
Love is like moss because it can be found anywhere.
In the cracks and crevices, even high in the air.
Is love like the tide that waxes and wanes?
Or is love like the air that lifts up planes?
No, love is like the moss that covers and clings.
Brown in the summer, lush and green by spring.
Or is love like the air that lifts up planes?
No, love is like the moss that covers and clings.
Brown in the summer, lush and green by spring.
February 14, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Is love like the tide that waxes and wanes?
Or is love like the air that lifts up planes?
No, love is like the moss that covers and clings.
Brown in the summer, lush and green by spring.
Or is love like the air that lifts up planes?
No, love is like the moss that covers and clings.
Brown in the summer, lush and green by spring.
Is love like a daffodil pushing through the snow?
Or is love like a dahlia in the late summer glow?
Is love like a dandelion that can never be killed?
Or is love like a cucumber that can't be un-dilled?
Or is love like a dahlia in the late summer glow?
Is love like a dandelion that can never be killed?
Or is love like a cucumber that can't be un-dilled?
February 14, 2025 at 4:56 PM
Is love like a daffodil pushing through the snow?
Or is love like a dahlia in the late summer glow?
Is love like a dandelion that can never be killed?
Or is love like a cucumber that can't be un-dilled?
Or is love like a dahlia in the late summer glow?
Is love like a dandelion that can never be killed?
Or is love like a cucumber that can't be un-dilled?