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For her...again...

Essence Of Bow - Part 2 - Flowers

Picby Marc Lionhart13 Feb 2014

The messenger, me, aligned and confined
Her, now with flowers, toned and defined
She waves sincere, as my mind unwinds
for justice, not service, a fine line
Winsome caress of her whimsical bind
Auburn explosion fresh from the pines
her hair, with what sits upon it, alive
A black flower, counter-trite
Gorgeous sample, with her magnificent plight
for the unchanging, unending night
I see luscious red, balanced on a sensuous bite
She woos, coos, yet my quest to her denied
Miss, our path grows wide
Your laughter, my bide
I'll no longer hide, after all this time
I saw you again