A blood red rose in one hand, A silver dagger in the other , Which one will she choose ? Could either seal her fate , An inner vioce says , "Take neither my dear ".
In the realm of dreams, Pretty poetry, Words crystal clear, She read them so perfectly, When she awakes , The Memories fade A distant whisper remains, And her search begins .
A delicate crystal elephant, Fleeting in the mind , Reminds me of an enchanting lucky charm. A red heart came befour it . Softly embedded in the heart. A beautiful gift from the past .
Many beautiful words describe The devine love . Do we hold the key . Or is it etched in the heart or soul ? I do not know . But we our given the beautiful gift of words .