All girls long for little luxuries,
for flower feasts,
for deep bliss submersion.
So darling, though they bloom
not as beautiful as you,
I will bring you roses, I will draw your bath.
I will paint your childhood with love, colors, vibrant, as best I can
and your story, I'll pen with belles-lettres,
while I'm able.
And when fully blossomed and in love
my prayer will be that he, too,
will often bring you roses.
Submission for Thursday's Poet Rally, sepia scenes, feeling beachie
