(Part silly. Part serious. But fun to write.)
My beloved – if I may be so bold as to presume your feelings for me mirror mine for you. My beloved, my eyes are captured by your blossoms – deep rose touched by highlights of white and purple – and cannot look away.
Your scent intoxicates me, urges me to close my eyes, draw scandalously close and drink in each lingering note.
I desire to slide a finger along your ruffled edge but know I should resist. And yet … Just one touch, my Beloved, along the softness of your dew-speckled petal and I will count myself among the blessed.
Our time is short but know I will carry this moment in my heart and memory always.
-signed, with love and all respect
R
Fun. Lovely writing.
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