Sophia Valentina Poet Rhyme

Blushing Bride

My wilted, rotten, Rose bouquet –My veil, a crown of thorns.
As dowry to me Master gave a tail to match my horns… 
and promised me the one to rule would be but my firstborn.
So something borrowed, something blue my broken Heart becomes.
Now I with sorrow say ‘I do’ to love but only one… 
the one of which I stand before with Dreading Dress undone.

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Mark Peterson February 15, 2014 at 9:14 AM Intricate and satisfying. I can't stop reading your poems.

Just That Archaic Poet February 4, 2014 at 12:45 PM I wish you would send me some that you may have committed to disk or computer folder. I'd love to read "Triple Treats" again, among so many others. Would you oblige me and email me any you have saved? Would also love to read the GX/MM story again; it's been so long. Just That Archaic Poet February 4, 2014 at 12:46 PM No one, save Shelley, Dickinson or Poe inspire me as much as you do

Just That Archaic Poet February 4, 2014 at 12:42 PM One of my old favorites :) I really hope you consider going back, doing some revising where needed and sharing more. I've always told you it was a crime to withhold your brilliance. I've never begrudged you for being better; just wish you would share your treasures with the world. You're too good to remain unknown. Just That Archaic Poet February 4, 2014 at 1:42 PM Oh, shut up. You're good and you know it. I'm just trying to encourage you, that's all. Take a Phenergan, for the sake of Pete! Sophia Valentina February 4, 2014 at 12:49 PM Stop flattering me...I'm getting nauseous...