I love how they feel compelled to always pick me flowers when they’re outside.
They don’t know they’re just dandelions
and I hope no one ever tells them,
To them, they are a bouquet of roses.
And I adore them.
I love how they feel compelled to always pick me flowers when they’re outside.
They don’t know they’re just dandelions
and I hope no one ever tells them,
To them, they are a bouquet of roses.
And I adore them.
“And I hope no one ever tells them.” This made me cry…
Their little hearts are beautiful things to see. =)