The last bouquet, quiet yet grand, with silent petals touched by an unseen hand. Like a silent whisper on the wind, while true love waits in every heart, eternally blooming when we’re part.
Gary Barnett
The last bouquet, quiet yet grand, with silent petals touched by an unseen hand. Like a silent whisper on the wind, while true love waits in every heart, eternally blooming when we’re part.
Gary Barnett