As elegant and beautiful with the days days progress through vivid imagination
Though harsh times approach as the wind blows she is as thorough, for her petals remain full nothing less
Egotistical personal gives hope to one seeking matriarch
But with inspirational vivacious and true words spoken, there is no need to fabricate
Criticism is ubiquitous no matter how you embellish life
She is germane to me, so euphoric
To ignore these feelings of cherishing and adoration is to be incomplete, like a house with no windows and doors.
As docile as emotions are there is no courageous act, then to grow in the cast of shadows believing it to be in your best interest
With her thorns pricked in sensitive spots I still proceed with indirection
Thoughts pass as I want to asks and the moment fades so the question remains
How is there fear in my feelings?
Acknowledging that there is a chance of disappointment huh I know myself but do I know her.