My belle that sits in this world
As a holy gem to the eyes of god
I ask
Where does beauty originate from?
And from all, all would say the goddess is you
The gentle flower that bloomed in eyes of man
Held forever, yet once vindicated by the scented red roses
That had been elegantly eternalized by your esoteric essence
Still perpetually a scene
Made everlasting in this garden of eden that we call life
But what a life would it all be
Say without your noble presence
…Perhaps one dull and full of vainty
Although you stand here
Majestically radiant
Blossoming with a bejeweled sunlit shine
That ripples off your proliferated purified petals
Therefore I question this riddle that follows
Who am I
To be blessed with a view of such benevolence
Maybe I am dreamer dreaming a dream dreamt by an angel or that of a saint
Whatever the case may be
I lavish at your wonder
Furthermore do I pray that the heavens perceive me as such
So that this dream that I have conceived of you
May never come to its end
Tantalizing to say the least
The enchanting enchantress that enchants me
To you I give these words
The everlasting benevolent purified flower of God
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
i have this dream in youth i will marry this
flower and never grows old..
so far it is a miracle
but yes.. it is
TRUTH..
the other side
is it is still
a practical Virgin..
be careful what one
wishes for with
love
or not..
Love is the
cure of
Age.. in
spirit of flesh..:)