Blossoms of flowers..
Watch how tenderly..
Sweetness sits with allure..
Loved for love in endurance..
If not then why..
Who knows why..
Why the eyes twinkle..
On sights of what is tender..
What is love..
But tender in vulnerability..
Floating like feathers..
On wishing well..
To have loved..
Not for monopoly of gain..
But joy of tender..
To have it's strength as care..
To have as pure..
Watching flowers blossom..
Oh, how sweet, nectar taste..
Off flower buds, in droplets..
Oh, how sweet love tastes to endure..
CONGRATULATIONS KODJO , YOUR BLOG HAS BEEN PROMOTED, PLEASE PRESS THE RETWEET BUTTON EACH TIME YOU VISIT TO GET YOUR BLOG NOTICED, GOOD LUCK.
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smiles. yes love has a sweet taste that only gets better the more it ages...sure young love is sweet but let it rest and see how your tongue tingles...nice two shot...lol
ReplyDeleteWritten with a lot of sensitivity...agree with Brian's comments!
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Very tender One Shot, Kodjo!
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully portrayed... ~April
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed it... the feather floating in the wishing well, beautiful imagery... thanks for sharing...
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a wonderful write my friend..thanks for sharing with one shot
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice write. Great one shot. Love and Light, Sender
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