Frames and frames of little blossoms,
Perfect in form and shade,
Filled my heart with awesome wonder
For all that you have made.
Then I noticed one last photo,
A dark spot at its heart,
Captured something unexpected,
That set it quite apart.
While I stared at what I’d captured,
I felt a little chill
Knowing that such fragrant beauty
Harbored such darkness still.
But, though it was a fearsome sight,
It had its beauty, too.
Both the darkness and the blossom
Were formed in love by you.
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