the glory of the morning, to lay flowers across her arms my fingers absentmindedly drumming a soft melody on her shoulder the timing correlates with the swooning beat of my mortal heart, the one which i gifted to her long ago she has mine, and in turn i am lucky enough to have hers she is mine, she is lovely, how i love her i rise to stand and observe my work azaleas trace the side of her frame reaching once again to the wicker basket, i carefully surround her face with cosmos weaving gardenias and jasmine through the tourmaline umber of her hair resisting the urge to comb my hand through, lest i disturb her rest a bolt of raw affection surges through me; lowering myself onto my knees, i press a kiss to her hand she is lovely, how i love her a yellow daffodil is soon tucked behind her left ear, with a pink one mirroring behind her right the enamored sigh that escapes me is one the world has heard thousands of times, but this wont be the last instance in which it occurs interlocking her hand in mine, i place seven violets above her heart her eyes flutter open, content but curious, and i bring my lips to hers how i love her oh, how i love her so
IF YOUR KIDS HAVE THE EXACT SAME OPINIONS AS YOU, SOCIETY NEVER EVOLVES. if you get angry at your children for having ever so slightly less conservative opinions than you, please realize that if you probably did that yourself, and so did your parents, and so did theirs. if everyone thought the exact same as their parents did hundreds of years ago, we would still be burning people for alleged witchcraft and enslaving people. its really not that awful if your kids are being barely exposed to the "woke agenda" and having more liberal opinions than your generation because, fun fact, that's how society becomes more kind.
no you don't
peanut
Six feet above water
Six feet under par
Twenty years surprised her
Amongst the quicket little stars !
Two feet beneath the surface
One beneath the soul
Twelve above the heart
Crafted from earthly gold.
Consider what would happen
To a damsel in dismay
Of fear and trembling wonderfully
Of her step to be light and gay
A cricket cap upon her hair
In the sorrowful evening gray !
Twas much of once a worry
What would happen, under par
Beneath the pandemonium’s walls
Beneath the tribal stars
Much yearns to be taken
From the step, last week’s array
For the cricket cap on her head
And her step to be light and gay !
What are all of your favourite bible verses? Why are they dear to you? Use this post as an excuse to speak all about them 💗
sorry, i think you made a typo. by the "woke agenda" you meant "human rights"
unveil your pretty leaves my love
put your childhood to rest
your wings lay off the finest dove
and a crown of the prettiest dress,
with a cowl of golden lace i see
your feathers dripping so free.
such fine pristine garden howls
flying into chains of glass
and with your perfect golden cowl
lacèd, with the finest brass.
moonwater swirling in your hair
rosèd twine of which i could stare
music of love- to the morning play on
so until the sun rises,
i can still hear your song.
awaken in water of pure and fair
dreams of finely pruned fellows
god created, of the smallest affair
until the morning comes
to spoil the night
let us drink to the music
to your heavenly sight.
Hi, I'm sorry for reblogging that Octonauts post so much it just hit my autism
u gotta go where the 'tism calls‼️
☾⋆。𖦹 °✩ lover of philosophy, poetry, nature, and writings of all ☾⋆。𖦹 °✩ ⭒✶ he/she/they ! ✶⭒
85 posts