• flower •I call her my flower, though I'm not sure she appr..
Added 2025-02-25 14:54:58 +0000 UTC• flower •I call her my flower, though I'm not sure she approves. Its okay, she can't see from my perspective, just how beautiful she blooms. She's my water color painting, her face a canvas my lips are drawn to. Her cheeks, are all pink blushes , her eyes shine bright yellows and blues. She could be my last meal, the last oath on my breath. She will be my eternal, my always, my ever-after - even in death. She is carved on my body, if not written in stone. She is my journey, my destination, and my safe return home. She's a symphony of ecstacy, a classical tune. Her soul is ancient, her mind open and new. She is my holy grail, my idol, the only temple I worship in. I can't fathom how loving her could ever be a sin.
