| Copytight 2004 Erica D'Hondt |
| flowers of my essence when she adored a man and knew his sighs came from her, she'd call out, softly inviting him, one day to wander in her garden, for she was embodied in the garden's riches- her heart reddened the roses, her love lasted like the grass, her passions blossomed in lilacs, whose scent hung, delicately in the breezes of her soul and any man the garden didn't like could never enter where- heavy dew trickled upon snow-soft petals and fragile clouds of eyes were peonies under moonlight, and dark leaves drew tendrils in an embroidered veil, only a man who could loose himself in her scent, could ever take root in her enchantment. |
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