Ranunculus Asiaticus

it was there she twirled, a dress of blush, lovely just to say.

an innocent crush, or so he thought, and yet it wouldn't go away.

somehow he knew her, somehow he loved her, and somehow he lost her.

curtsy

of bokeh blurs

To love is nothing, to be loved is something. But to love and to be loved by the one you love, that is something.