Miniscule bundles,
Perfection, independently.
Candy like in color,
Effortless abilities, proven in infancy.
One of spring’s early risers,
Easily resists conformity.
Among similar wild arrivals,
She’s still nature’s sweetest treat.
Tag Archives: Flowers
She Reaches For You
Virgin white posies, shine,
Sigh in the afternoon sun,
Opening to all that is beautiful.
Pearly, upon your eyes,
Fragrance turns to perfume,
As she reaches for you.
Yours
approaching slowly,
towards this fresh rose
and gently placing her
misused petal
between your finger
and thumb will allow you
the opportunity to know her better.
all of her
torn, a few pieces taken, but still worthy of being yours,
if you’ll let her…
Wearing You
Intricate florets
Radiant in your warm hues
Name her, Blossoming
Fulfilled
~Incapable of expressing
How he leaves her,
Effortlessly fulfilled
She drifts off to dream
Feeling like the only woman,
Left in the world~
Mean Girls
She shines among them,
Strongest of petals, feared.
Proud of who she is,
Beauty of her spirit, revealed.
Confidence will outshine,
Those who need to see,
Her fail.
In Her Time
Forever
Unlimited time
Emerald in color
Ivory tips
Blossoming
Watch her
Climax
Deliberately
Undeserving
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.
Shapely Chalice
She softly displays,
A shapely chalice of,
Virtuous petals.
Faint freckling,
A bashful exposé,
Yet offering to be,
Rosa-choque.
Content within,
Blazing rays.
Fool (Elfje)
Fair
Lightest touch
Shadows devour slowly
Pressed to exhibit strength
Romantic
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“I hope she’ll be a fool. That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” – Daisy Buchanan
The Great Gatsby
Thrive
Bashful pink
Refusing to fade
Painted lightly upon
In soft, delicate shades
By his loving artistic hands
Believing in, wholeheartedly,
Thriving beyond circumstance
Vintage Cream
Intimate wine stained blossom
Watercolored in his apothegm
Prized possession
A bleeding perse into vintage cream
Phenomenal waves of beauty
Style trumping plum perfection
Transfixed by her ruffled edge
Oblivious to how she sashays
The wind, her proprietor, notices
And stays amused with her all day
Somewhere In Between
Divided by who she is and must be,
Complicated beauty, spinning.
Broken trust, yet willing to thrive,
Found from somewhere deep inside.
Torn between suffocating her color,
And accepting that which brings her life.
A painted essence you can see,
One she’ll deny continously.
You’ll want to rescue her, catch her,
Have the hand she leans towards first.
Know she’s twirling effortlessly,
Used to living sublimely,
Dedicated to using what’s hers,
Independence, her curse.
Feeding
Seeking her
Drawn in by color
Jewel toned
Luscious and ample flower
Opening for his need
She releases beautifully
Succumbing to his desire
He drinks what she’s offering
Power draining her reserve
Sitting admiring his handy work
She – easily persuaded
Multiple Beauties
All, brilliant in lavender color
Some, copiously displayed
Many, gravitate to power
Plenty, will shyly escape
Loads, unfolding for view
Few, pause with elegance
Most, leave me envious
None, worthy of you
A Poetess Waits
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.
Blushing Petals
Not perfect
Never claimed to be
Sweetness,
Her own worst enemy
Far too trusting
Angelic beliefs
Soft blushing petals
Is all she’ll ever be
Brindled Petals
Welcomed surprise arrives via sunshine
Encouraging her to bloom promptly
She’s found roseate and willing
Her blushing pink petals exposed
Brindled markings adorn her length
Hot pink showing her inner delight
Sublimely eager this hour, she waits
Pleased and confident within herself
Knowing already, the others, too late
Petals Of Applique
Crowded flower appliques
A composition of lacing
Disguises lilac fronds
Pillowing shyly together
They’re found giggling
Fragile muses, for many
A frilly mound of petals
Subdued hues, whispering
Come hither, Darling
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 