The Morning After
On the morning after
a bath of light is vortexed in the embers of last night
A spool unravels beneath
his fervent gaze, she has been happily loved
"LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL"
that no earthly thought can ever undo
A thread of hope, diamond wishes, he's out of her league
still she dreams of wedding dresses and just one word,
" I Do"
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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