This petal is soft like the closed eye of a child a pink symmetry that curls and holds itself with the fragile purity of your sweet thought that quieted this dove in heralded morning coo and left a peaceful open glory.
Your love is in this vase so gently placed in crystal orb upon this table for me to spy with glow of cheek the color of this precious peony would my youth regain for this pleasure is real and surely my jaded mirror lies.
I will sift this softening into times bowl then I will thee hold in dance of delicate folding and curl against you with the hum of a smile where grace is a glance that time cannot measure.
In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings)
I loved this especially "Your love is in this vase so gently placed in crystal orb upon this table for me to spy with glow of cheek the color of this precious peony." I must admit that I thought you were talking about penny's (quite a different picture) the mind can really do funny things. Nice surprize..!
[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 03-02-2000).]