Oh…
see…. the Bride
the beauty Queen of Groom
still freezed like a tender Rose bud
Her hidden beauties behind the doors of dreams
not yet bloomed radiant fragrance like a beautiful Night Queen
Bouquet in her hand mirrored her moon face under the veils of shy
Leaving hot sighs……………………………………………………………………………………………
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Wendell A. Brown
June 7, 2013 at 12:14 pm
Such a lovely poem!!!
advocatemmmohan
June 7, 2013 at 12:15 pm
thank u very much
with regards
advocatemmmohan