Bright eyes dig up a question from generations ago:
You want to know why the wind blew us
Together, how our sons will grow, when we will
Meet again, where will we be as one again?
Training gives you the desire to examine cause and
Effect. Experiences about as wide apart as possible
Come at us, yet we harmonize, learn each other’s secrets,
Give what we know the other will love, provide
Sanctuary in a world spinning out of control for so
Many. This I offer to distinguish myself from regular
Men, be they handsome or young: a complete heart
With continued support, undying gratitude, massage
Therapy, attempts at cooking, quite a way with words.
I expect you to smile when we chat, remain a solid
Force, a muse for my art, the reason I will always
Yearn for more, forever the target of happy life,
Memories (plans?) and a fresh heart, made whole
By the time we spent sincerely swirled, sufficiently
Molded to continually receive jolts of good news,
Connected forever by this love, complex, alive, strong.
November 13, 2015 at 20:00
You definitely are a Poet. Sans Souci is quite accurate. Or, if we “move” from english: Marie-Dorée?
November 13, 2015 at 15:43
Bright eyes dig up a question from generations ago:
You want to know why the wind blew us
Together, how our sons will grow, when we will
Meet again, where will we be as one again?
Training gives you the desire to examine cause and
Effect. Experiences about as wide apart as possible
Come at us, yet we harmonize, learn each other’s secrets,
Give what we know the other will love, provide
Sanctuary in a world spinning out of control for so
Many. This I offer to distinguish myself from regular
Men, be they handsome or young: a complete heart
With continued support, undying gratitude, massage
Therapy, attempts at cooking, quite a way with words.
I expect you to smile when we chat, remain a solid
Force, a muse for my art, the reason I will always
Yearn for more, forever the target of happy life,
Memories (plans?) and a fresh heart, made whole
By the time we spent sincerely swirled, sufficiently
Molded to continually receive jolts of good news,
Connected forever by this love, complex, alive, strong.
November 12, 2015 at 11:07
That’s such a strange name for such a pretty flower! I would rename it sans souci 🌞⭐️
November 12, 2015 at 02:37
Beautiful!
November 11, 2015 at 23:54
I had to look up marigold. “Souci” in french. why a flower would be named “worry” beats me.
A very nice “Souci” Tiffany.
Sangat bagus?
😉