Oct 2018
Sunlight could never kiss your soft and plump cheeks because you are the sun. You are the one that shines bright every morning and glows when night appears.
I walk enjoying the fresh breeze listening to your soft whispers about all of the things that have yet to come true.
Oh how I long to be able to hold your hand but you are merely light. You are an abstract object that sometimes I wish would become concrete.
You are a beauty. I can’t bare the urge to stare at you. I smile every-time. I wish you would be able to see how adorable you look in my eyes.
I tend to giggle because those laughs of yours are contagious. I could go on for hours at a time talking about how you make me feel.
I cant help but feel protective of you. My precious pumpkin is not allowed to be hurt or touched by anything evil or worldy.
Things are full of sin yet you are as pure as snow. Atop your head sits a halo and upon your back are angel wings. You are an angel sent from above with a mission to make people happy.
Your smile is like a blooming rose glowing in the beam of light. So warm and radiant. What a sight to see. A gorgeous flower like you.
Roses have this captivating scent, its almost as amazing as the bright red colour that drips off the petals. Who knew such a thorny plant could be so divine?
My love for you is like a delicate rose blooming in the high of summer solstice. So soft and pure. The softness that lingers on it causes me to want to never pick you.
You stand strong and firm in the soil not daring to budge as the blazing heat touches your skin. Roses are such confident beauties.
My paintbrush strokes against the canvas drawing the most beautiful thing to exist. You, the rose. The plant that once lay in my backyard has now been placed in an encasement made of nothing but glass.
Most flowers will shrivel up and slowly depart but you are what I call an eternal beauty. Your display will never dismantle. You will forever remain.
The rain is an enjoyable time especially when I spend it with you. The way the droplets of rain bounce off of you just shows me how perfect you really are.
Its a sight to see. Looking at the way you glow in so much piety, the way you smile in the darkest moments, the way you flop around playing even when you feel like crying. You are the strongest flower I've met.
I mention your beauty very often because it is so true. Looking at you is like watching the sun rise on a lake and when you look closely you can see the mist rising upwards. The light slowly breaking through the sky. The colours a bright orange, purple and pink.
That's exactly what I see. I hope you know that I'm speaking truthfully. My tongue bans lies from spewing out of mouth. Its so majestic to see you.
I talk of you being a flower because they are some of the most amazing things to happen and you my dear are important to me and my weak heart.
As slow autumn creeps around the corner, the leaves fall off of the trees and the only thing you see decorating the ground is the remains of plants. Yes Yet something seems to still be there at my window.
What is this? The crystal moonlight glimmering onto this branch showing nothing but a small bud. Its full colours haven't been show yet but I can tell it will be gorgeous in the spring.
The brisk wind of the cold air hits my face as I retreat back inside to the warm. I look at my pictures adorned on my wall and here sits the painting of the rose in summer.
Remember when I said that you would last forever? Well not in that form at least. You are the bud the sits upon my windowsill. You still are beautiful in your own way. You remained by my side through the seasons.
I love how again I represent you as a flower. You just happen to be the one thing I love the most.
The aesthetic aura paints off of you causing a shiver to slide down my spine. The coldness of your touch makes me wince. Who knew such a reaction could come from simply skin ship.
"Everlasting and gorgeous"
I walk enjoying the fresh breeze listening to your soft whispers about all of the things that have yet to come true.
Oh how I long to be able to hold your hand but you are merely light. You are an abstract object that sometimes I wish would become concrete.
You are a beauty. I can’t bare the urge to stare at you. I smile every-time. I wish you would be able to see how adorable you look in my eyes.
I tend to giggle because those laughs of yours are contagious. I could go on for hours at a time talking about how you make me feel.
I cant help but feel protective of you. My precious pumpkin is not allowed to be hurt or touched by anything evil or worldy.
Things are full of sin yet you are as pure as snow. Atop your head sits a halo and upon your back are angel wings. You are an angel sent from above with a mission to make people happy.
Your smile is like a blooming rose glowing in the beam of light. So warm and radiant. What a sight to see. A gorgeous flower like you.
Roses have this captivating scent, its almost as amazing as the bright red colour that drips off the petals. Who knew such a thorny plant could be so divine?
My love for you is like a delicate rose blooming in the high of summer solstice. So soft and pure. The softness that lingers on it causes me to want to never pick you.
You stand strong and firm in the soil not daring to budge as the blazing heat touches your skin. Roses are such confident beauties.
My paintbrush strokes against the canvas drawing the most beautiful thing to exist. You, the rose. The plant that once lay in my backyard has now been placed in an encasement made of nothing but glass.
Most flowers will shrivel up and slowly depart but you are what I call an eternal beauty. Your display will never dismantle. You will forever remain.
The rain is an enjoyable time especially when I spend it with you. The way the droplets of rain bounce off of you just shows me how perfect you really are.
Its a sight to see. Looking at the way you glow in so much piety, the way you smile in the darkest moments, the way you flop around playing even when you feel like crying. You are the strongest flower I've met.
I mention your beauty very often because it is so true. Looking at you is like watching the sun rise on a lake and when you look closely you can see the mist rising upwards. The light slowly breaking through the sky. The colours a bright orange, purple and pink.
That's exactly what I see. I hope you know that I'm speaking truthfully. My tongue bans lies from spewing out of mouth. Its so majestic to see you.
I talk of you being a flower because they are some of the most amazing things to happen and you my dear are important to me and my weak heart.
As slow autumn creeps around the corner, the leaves fall off of the trees and the only thing you see decorating the ground is the remains of plants. Yes Yet something seems to still be there at my window.
What is this? The crystal moonlight glimmering onto this branch showing nothing but a small bud. Its full colours haven't been show yet but I can tell it will be gorgeous in the spring.
The brisk wind of the cold air hits my face as I retreat back inside to the warm. I look at my pictures adorned on my wall and here sits the painting of the rose in summer.
Remember when I said that you would last forever? Well not in that form at least. You are the bud the sits upon my windowsill. You still are beautiful in your own way. You remained by my side through the seasons.
I love how again I represent you as a flower. You just happen to be the one thing I love the most.
The aesthetic aura paints off of you causing a shiver to slide down my spine. The coldness of your touch makes me wince. Who knew such a reaction could come from simply skin ship.
"Everlasting and gorgeous"
