Blushing bride, delicate rose, Layers of mystery striking a pose; Your glory lies in mantle of skin, In triplicate infinite strata within. Blushing bride, exquisite bloom, Opening self when Love gives you room; Trusting that yours is a valued award, Giving completely what groom can’t afford. Filed under: Beauty, Fragility, Love, Nature, Poetry, Summer Tagged: […]![]()
