On the edge of madness she held my hand and said:
"The best things aren't always perfect, do you know that?"
*Rose tinted papyrus and silver parched ink,
words written; heart stretched to a brink,
and I sought to picture, yet she peers through:
smiles and sparkles at every word said to.
Bright yellow dressed in a sleepless blue,
sometimes pale pink brushed in maroon.
Haunting and decorous; a palette uneven,
drawn infinitely close and I, completely smitten.*
"More than an offering of affection;
a heedless and selfless dedication."
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
On the edge of madness she held my hand and said:
"The best things aren't always perfect, do you know that?"
*Rose tinted papyrus and silver parched ink,
words written; heart stretched to a brink,
and I sought to picture, yet she peers through:
smiles and sparkles at every word said to.
Bright yellow dressed in a sleepless blue,
sometimes pale pink brushed in maroon.
Haunting and decorous; a palette uneven,
drawn infinitely close and I, completely smitten.*
"More than an offering of affection;
a heedless and selfless dedication."
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