Tag Archives: chosen

Curiosity

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If I could pick some sunshine, and hold it in my hands,

If I could ride a rainbow to far-off radiant lands,

If I could sprinkle star-dust upon a restless sea,

Then I could read the riddle of why you’ve chosen me.

The Bride

willow frost

Ever the bridesmaid,

wallflower,

third wheel –

until tonight.

Chosen.

Sought out.

Pursued,

relentlessly romanced.

Delighted over,

enraptured by,

the  Lover of your Soul

paints you beautiful,

veils you in Murano lace,

drapes your shoulders with diamonds,

parades you before your peers,

dressed head to toe in

His

Love.