Princess Flower
My sweet Emma,
I placed the purple flower in your hair and you smiled.
Carefree you danced as the royal color of your shift swirled in its dappled patterns.
Heaven could not have made a more perfect vision,
every movement a whirlwind of charm
lost in a world with too little beauty
like that of the innocent flower in your hair,
enchanting in its simplicity.
03/01/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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