Rose Petals
The magnificence in her eyes brings me home to this presence, that is her beauty. The scent of rose petals in her hair rescues my soul from the cycle of emptiness I've felt towering over me, as I struggled to breathe. The grace in her movements are like falling rose petals. The warmth and tenderness of her heart, are like the hues in every rose as it begins to bloom.
She's the beauty in every flower I see. Every red and pink, every shade that blends into the next. She's the bright yellows and fusion of orange. Her embrace is soft and soothing, like the scent in every rose. Her presence weaves into my own and subdues me, when my presence becomes turbulent.
There's beauty in her that I've never known. I've become consumed by her existence, like the fields are consumed by the flowers in bloom. I'm in love with her soul and her heart. The essence that changes my own, without the pressure of any force. For every rose petal on her, there's a story that I've yet to discover. But as I see her, I know I want nothing more than to find my existence in her presence.
I've never known a beauty like yours.
SA Ghost 12/13/2020
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