just beneath
the shimmering surface
shines a soft pink
as the scent of
wildflowers carries
heavy on the frozen
breeze
she is a cluster
of peonies interlaced
with wrought iron
stronger in her supple
delicacy than the
diamonds her smile
far outshines
even now she laughs
dismissively at my not
far fetched claims
as my heart thunders
her name in every spasming
beat of longing
to rest in her divinity
in that soft pink blush
of wildflowers
beautifully glimmering
i see her soul shining
and it dawns on me
how perfect, truly perfect
love does feel
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I think there’s something called ‘staying in your lane’ but I’m not fully confident of what it conveys. Anyhow, this reminded me of that
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i will look it up, sounds interesting
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Well this is gorgeous
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i am so glad you think so
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Absolutely
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perfectly perfect
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