Fool for Love

Oh, let me gaze upon your fair countenance, my beauteous bride. I rejoice, for mine eyes have now been opened whereas before I had been blind. Your beauty hath enchanted and bewitched me, and so gladly I fall under your spell. My soul now doth swell with a force that strives to escape the confines of my lowly heart. Perchance that I might thank the kind breeze that caressed my concerns to bring you close to me, to be rooted in this very spot, so next to mine heart.

Alas, I cannot praise the wind, for it doth blow ever swiftly, and does not tarry to  hear my song. Let me then, for all the time as we are granted, sing your praises, my fair delicate flower, my love. You have taken away my colorless world, diminished the ordinary worries that filled my day, and have now replaced that world with one intensely glowing with the radiance of true found love.

I am but a fool for your love.

Oh noble sir, how strong you stand, how kindly you gaze upon me. Mine ears are not accustomed to such praise, for I am but a simple flower, without finery or trappings of majesty. Yet my breast can barely contain the hope that rises within me. Your passionate words, so honestly spoken and your claim of devotion strike true to my heart and lift me up. I am buoyant above all waves in the sea of doubt. I am as a sliver of metal to you, the magnet of my desire. I cannot turn away, for I am drawn to you with all of my being. Take me sir, as yours.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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