The lips of a sleeping rose gently brushed mine during an enchanting evening with a beautiful maiden.
With a touch of playful grace, she allowed the veil hiding her pretty face to slip so I could peer into her romantic eyes of freedom.
Even her feet were decorated in jewelry as she walked towards me magically, leaving behind golden dust as a reminder of how fortunate I was to be in her presence.
When my heart took possession of her beauty, my spirit was transported into the most passionate realms of sweet love.
Overcome with emotion, I could only imagine what one single teardrop from her heart might represent in a moment of compassion or forgiveness.
This magnificent evening turned into a heavenly bliss when the kisses shared between us left me breathless and spellbound…just like the lips of a sleeping rose.
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