I think he’s Romantic…

I think he’s
Romantic
He say it’s me

that makes me smile đŸ™‚

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You’re a rose

You’re a rose…don’t be with someone who’s afraid of your thorns and cracked places. I love you 

Where do butterflies go? ~đŸ¦‹~

Tiny little butterflies
Where do they go? 
They flit and flutter
Around me then…
Off they go
They bring with them 
Sweetness, wonderment 
And delight 
Watching them flutter till
They are out of sight
Where do butterflies go? 
~đŸ¦‹~

Ashes to Beauty

I see beauty
as she proclaimed
only ashes remained
Wishing for Winter’s freeze
Praying through summer’s long stay
I wish she could see the Beauty of her ashes
Lay so beautifully at her feet
Ashes to Beauty