Romance sometimes
.....A fragile thing...
Perhaps...tenacious
...The spirit cling
For in the texture
....Lies the strength
Profound the structure
...The more intense
What logic of...
It all becomes
....Yet..mystical
It is....to some
....The powers of
That noble vine...
Romance...a legacy
...In the glass of wine
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If I was a fruit I would be a watermelon. Hard on the outside. Inside so mellow. The green on the outside will be my cover. For the inside color I will save for my lover.
I'm merely fallen ash. Fallen heavy but light. A dust so fine. A pitiful sight. A grey so dull. Lifeless and fragile. Upon the breeze. I'm carried for miles. Thrown to the side. Like I have no worth.
I am still water. S o f t as the breeze. Gloss upon l i p s. Drifting with ease. My surface is a mirror. S e e your reflection. Supple, untouchable s k i n. Iron complexion. Y o u are the pebble.
You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
Innocence is a thing of beauty,. Gorgeous and divine,. Not sneaky or snoopy,. But somehow still can shine,. It's pure as a rose,. Clear as day,. But it's you who chose,. What game to play,.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
beauty is the beast. upon our souls and hearts it feasts. it makes us blind to itself. behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth. yet in every place where beauty lies.
Colour is the mover, The motion and the force, A swirling revolution, The energy, the source. Colour is the changer, It brings the world alive. It makes me who and what I am. I need colour to survive.
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