Perfect
The sun was slightly hidden by the clouds, it cast it's rays over her caramel skin which glistened with the radiance of a maiden finally free to express herself.
She wore a light green gown, the one she had first put on at the grocery store where we first met. She was beautiful: as beautiful as the hibiscus she picked off the low hanging branch we walked past before we set down on the fields.
She, the lady in green, was finally here with me. Away from the noise of city life, away from the judging eyes of the public. She was here with me, and in this moment everything...everything is perfect.
Everything is perfect.
Credit
Mr T
She wore a light green gown, the one she had first put on at the grocery store where we first met. She was beautiful: as beautiful as the hibiscus she picked off the low hanging branch we walked past before we set down on the fields.
She, the lady in green, was finally here with me. Away from the noise of city life, away from the judging eyes of the public. She was here with me, and in this moment everything...everything is perfect.
Everything is perfect.
Credit
Mr T
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