Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Fille - Like that of a Rose

Never be able to crease its dependent upon love and care
A rose
A fille

Every delicate touch fluttering within for a peek of beauty
A blooming rose
A dainty fille

A wee bit of inadvertance seizing its allurement
A withering rose
A frail fille

For a timeless devotion of speck-less perfection
A dependent rose

A fille always yearn for consistence love.

~Petite Fille~

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