As elegant and beautiful with the days progression shown through vivid imagination
Though harsh tines approach as to the wind blows she is as thorough for her petals remain full nothing less
Egotistical personal gives hope to ones seeking matriarch
But with inspiration 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 theses feelings of cherish and adore is to be incomplete, like a house with no doors or Windows
As docile as emotions are there is no courageous act than to grow in the cast of a shadow and believing this is in your best interest
With her thrones pricked the most sensitive spot I still approach with indirection on my way
Thoughts pass as I want to asks and the moment fades so the questions remain
How is there fear in my feelings?
Stubbornness just isn't enough I need devotion and determination
Am I still a "person of interest"?
It was all good just a week ago.