a universe of warm suns the flower she holds reflected in her eyes like a sparkling jewel set in crisp blue satin with startling loveliness and wistful kind words it seems to me that the world was an afterthought she was the perfection that creation needed the angel to top off the universal christmas tree the flower tries in vain to compete but its even a whisp of her in passing that sends ones mind spinning just the notion of her makes my heart miss its rhythm the flowers make wonderful decorations at the temple each man who has known her has built where some sneak away in stealth of night and gaze up with such wicked wonder at her likeness but i and others wear her upon our sleeves like proud hearts singing like devoted acolytes of a better goddess she holds up a flower and i see its reflection in her eyes the flower is just a thing she is a universe of warm suns
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 13:27:21 +0000
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