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Something so Soft But warm and gentle Always kind But never cruel My soul pours out A cry for this Is she the one? I so desire Waiting for me To be found A touch so fine But yet so rare A wildflower she wears in her heart She loves me I love her still |
I liked this one, but feels incomplete to me. A great and lovely imagery and emotions but the reader me wishes to read more and wishes to relate to it more as well.. tc, v | Posted on 2011-06-23 00:00:00 | by vedanta19 | [ Reply to This ] | i could only call this piece a description of something "gentle" which i think was what you aimed for... one particular thing i like is that you named it "wild" flower.. because also wild things are usually attributed qualities such as savage and brutal .. you made it gentle. | - Black Rose | Posted on 2011-04-10 00:00:00 | by Little Gal | [ Reply to This ] | Nice and simple, alright; but I'd rather had you expand on the images a bit more. | | Posted on 2011-02-03 00:00:00 | by moaxcym | [ Reply to This ] | short&sweet. good write. | | Posted on 2011-02-02 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ] | Simple, yet beautiful. | Love of Christ, Christie | Posted on 2011-02-02 00:00:00 | by lynn7 | [ Reply to This ] | |