• 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.
