If love is a dozen roses
Then kindness is a field of daisies
More glorious than any ocean
More majestic than Fall’s trees
Like a sun for a gloomy mind
Or a flame in a darkened heart
It is the essence of true beauty
A perfect compliment to art
For we so beautifully made
Often reject to give praise
To anyone other than ourselves
Spreading all but good days
Valentine's Fall 
Again a beauty…ur poems breathes a freshness of flowers…
That means a lot truly. I don’t get a lot of notice.
Ur poems are lovely