Not Just Any Old Rose
01/08/2018
Not Just Any Old Rose.
All the guests have gone, left for their
homes. A night of dancing, drinking and
merrymaking. Victoria is engaged to
John. Her love, her darling,her sweetheart.
From the age of five years old they loved
each other. Its as old as time, honest,
and reliable, friends, best mates, a pair.
The wedding is next year in August a
day to look forward too. Their love is the
lasting kind, warm, scented like a Tudor
rose garden, full of vanilla perfume.
He holds her hand and strokes the small of
her back, she almost purrs with contetment.
What bliss to be so in love, a rare thing.
Sponsor. Mark Massey.
Copyright © Jane Gomm | Year Posted 2018
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