Divinity dresses in fine white petals Of velvety nature, anticipating the kiss Of a morning sun with dewdrop lips.
And there, in the purple shade of her Lover, she embraces the heavens with Arms held wide and inviting.
So pure, my divinity, saving your grace For one last chance, another encounter Of sunsets blush across your floral cheek As you send your love across the lands.
It is within your petals, so silken white That a seed finds its way to becoming a man And the lady, so empowered by the fragrance Bends low to embrace their future.
Whoa... such great description... i love the seed part becoming a man... i love the way you worded that :) ah heck i loved the whole darn poem... the name caught my eye :) great poem poe :)
