Casting down poetic eyes,
while fostering emotions differently,
an accepting Poetess waits.
To protect herself,
she delicately wraps,
her fated heart,
destined to react,
expressively.
Securing each subliminal verse,
as her own dreaded curse,
she stands alone.
Tears falling, gently,
escaping from her grasp,
lost inside moments,
she knows will pass.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Yes, waiting, waiting, waiting, finding the perfect manner to describe the feeling of that exact tear in that second of that day. You did it, Aud.
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You have a way of understanding me, Zak. Thank you. I tried.
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Expressively? May be. May be not.
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Not expressive enough…
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I understand. 🙂
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🙂
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It’s all those great feelings that make her a wonderful poet, friend, and person! That’s what the professor has to say. *runs*
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Tisk! Aww, Duketh! You made me blush! Get back here… *hugs you because she knows you get all stiff and uncomfortable about it*
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*laughing lots* And I’ll shake your hand, madam.
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Shake my hand!!??? Pfft!!!! *rolls her eyes*
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I will!
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Super! Can’t wait…
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Beautifully put. One of my favorites of yours, Audrey!
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Victor…wow. Thank you!!
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Your words match this flower perfectly, Audrey. Powerfully. And I thank you. Love, Amy
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Thank you, Amy. Glad you think so! 🙂 xx
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No thought about it, Audrey. I know. so. 😉
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Awwwww. Too much, my dear. :)♡
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SMILE
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Becky… I appreciate you coming by!
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That expresses the impact of the flower. Perfection in beauty, rich in colour, compact in design, upright and noble in stature yet very vulnerable.
Leslie
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Thank you, Leslie. You describe her so well…
Have a great Thursday, my friend.
Audrey
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You as well.
Leslie
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