Prose - Blondes, Brunettes, Redheads
What is one beauty
To another?
When what the stars surely see
Is enough for my heart
To live in a garden
Of variety
Where bees
Dance together
Amongst the flowers
Of love
Delighting
In each moment
Of promise
As the dew
Drips each morning
With allure
Radiant
In the sunlight
As you await
Your new lover