Stunning bed of well-foliated carpet blooms;
Vivid hues of yellow, pink and apple blossom.
Ashen rose beneath the forest's hovering gloom,
With its spines, dearly I hold nigh my bosom.
Sparkling stream raging faithfully and pure;
Crystalline reflections, of modesty is poor.
Mossed stones occlude the hazy waters demure;
From lowly spring, hands cupped, I consume the cure.
Elegant tiara affixed with gemstones and pearls;
Dazzling in golden velvet dress, hair clipped in twirls.
Draped in woven sackcloth, sewn with silk ribbon swirls;
Wildflower for my hair, vines my crown, sweet lips curl.
Amidst life's grandeur I sense no radiance so true;
Yet flawed and all, this heart finds home perfect, in you.
Β©danabelle 10.17.12
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