
I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.
I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.
Fuschia pink and turquoise blue,
colors swirling as the sea.
Velvet petals you can feel,
but with thorns as points of steel.
I present them to you, my dearest love,
the perfect beauty as the sky above.
Bright blood gushes from your punctured hand,
I should have added a marching band.
Our love is two-sided as my gift,
I know you might be a little miffed.
You crumble to the ground,
ringing the death knoll sound.
I know I made the right decision,
your death is a heaven-sent vision.
A long journey to become an author,
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear,
A bridge to the reader’s heart.
A movie camera sweeps across scenes,
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle
While changing points of view reveal more.
To be lost in a book is indeed a gift,
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places can be
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.
Once completed, a book is a treasure,
A symbol of the author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored,
To be remembered by the many or just a few.
A snowflake.
Each one is different.
Unique.
Created by nature.
For us.
This snowflake is
a gift for me
from someone
who is unique
in her own way.
My daughter.
The perfect gift.
Thank you.
A long journey to become an author,
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear,
A bridge to the reader’s heart.
A movie camera sweeps across scenes,
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle,
While changing points of view reveal more.
To be lost in a book is truly a gift,
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places can be
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.
Once completed, a book is a treasure,
A symbol of the author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored,
To be remembered by the many or just a few.
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Ring my bell.
I will come to you.
Dressed in lace.
Blue hair fluffed.
Lips pursed.
Silly or sensual?
Juliette
HAPPINESS
Happiness is a secret.
Happiness is a treat.
Happiness is a book.
What is it for you?
I have a gift for you.
For you and no one else.
It comes in a black bottle.
Elaborate script on the front.
Please accept my gift.
Close your eyes.
And open your mouth.
A long journey to become an author.
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear.
A bridge to the reader’s heart.
A movie camera sweeps across scenes.
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle.
Changing points of view can reveal many more.
To be lost in a book is truly a gift.
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places.
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.
Once completed, a book is a treasure.
A symbol of an author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored.
To be remembered by many or just a few.
A snowflake.
Nothing more perfect.
Each one different.
Unique.
Created by nature.
For us.
For each of us,
who is unique
in his or her own way.
A picture taken by my daughter.
A gift given to me
by someone
who I love most.
Someone who is unique
in her own way.
A perfect gift from
a perfect someone.
Thank you.
LOVE COULD BRING OUT THE BEST
IN PEOPLE AND IN ANIMALS.
UNPARALLELED BEAUTY