Views through hues of rainbow poses
lest her heart befit this realm~
A cameo of gardenia blooms,
blushed roses near ruby kissed lips.
Soft coos flow from the voice of this dove,
as she speaks through scented honey~
She moves in rhythms of kindness
by rhyming sways of serenity.
Her thoughts, simple petals~
paving trails to caring places,
docile hopes of grace,
her soul is as gentle as her face.
and she sleeps...
with her wings tenderly folded under her soften cheeks,
while drifts of sweetness
leave her breathing sighs.
Oh my precious precious~
"Angel in the Middle"
☆Happy Birthday Breece☆** I ♥ U`*•.¸.☆♥
A year is much too long for there be no newer words found here.
ReplyDeleteYour verse is softly flowing, warmly melodic. You must not be "a left behind light from a faded star."