Aimee Vibert
Nothing compares to your beauty
Most noble flower in my garden
You bear no malice, having no thorns
To prick the finger
Of a blushing bride
You show us your beauty
In a delightful way
No wires to hold your bridal shape
This bouquet is how you were created
A delight to behold.
A delicate perfume
Do you emit
Subtle in its delight
So all who cast eyes on this beauty
Be enamoured by it's totality.
Penned April 6 2017
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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