Your effort to espy,
Offered in devotion.
As if creating her,
To be yours,
You choose each breath,
Affectionately.
Describing her worth,
Expressing the beauty,
She fails to presume,
However, you prove,
Consistently,
With inevitable care.
She’ll feel you,
Prepare in coy,
Wearing soft lilac,
Freely.
Her hint of blush,
Amplified for you, always.
This is gentle elegance embroidered into poetry by a caring hand.
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Your voice, the confidant reassuring breath, which strives to calm me. (I have to put that in a poem.) Thank you, Mr. McGuire, I appreciate you thinking so, always.
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They are gorgeous. Delicate and eye-resting.
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Thank you. Such an interesting flower, Susan. I love them just before they flower completely.
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words and photo so lovely! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Thank you, Willow!! xxxx
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Beautiful poem, and gorgeous agapanthus! Ours don’t seem to bloom that pretty by the coast π¦
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Thank you, Kyle! Finding them this beautiful depends solely on luck. You live on a coast? Which one? I’m Gulf of Mexico…south Houston.
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Gulf Coast also. The Forgotten Coast of florida. I live on the fringes of civilization. Hehe.
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Haha. Your coast far prettier than mine, I say. Our coast is, well, oily…perfume of fuel… *wink*
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Simply gorgeous. You know how much I love Wildflowers.
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Thank you, Monsieur. Yes, I know. I will continue to shower you with their beauty, always. (Hope you enjoy being back home.)
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Beautiful Audrey.
π
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Thank you, Staci π
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Nice one!
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Rajiv, thank you… Thanks for stopping by to say hi.
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Nice post-holiday poem, Aud. Espy!
You amplify the emotions very well.
And the photo looks like fireworks in the air to me. Pretty. π
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Thank you, Chum. I really enjoy that word.
Glad you think so, I was afraid it was too much pressure. Confidence can handle an image like this one. You, proving it.
I wrote…at least three poems about fireworks to this photo! Ha. Me, too. I just never felt the words were meant for the flower…I may have been wrong. However, I’m pleased with this mornings poem. Felt right.
Hope you survived your turkey coma. π
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Yeah, I can confidently say I am out of the turkey coma, Red. π Thanks for the poem helping, too.
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