Hair - Love Series 5

Softly, dark tresses fall to her shoulders Caressing each cheek with ambient care. Truly, her crowning glory, diamond Tiara these shimmers be, befitting Her royal visage. Oh, Queen of my heart, Priceless, and inestimable treasure For you, I will wait most gladly, for the Time it takes, weaving braids, inserting combs! Last night, our magical night on the town, Was eclipsed by the bliss which follow’d We dimmed the lights. As she lean’d into Me, hair falling around, she whispered, “I just love you so,” dissolving to tears. Our anointing of faces had begun.