white niche
I was walking on Sunflower Drive,
And I saw this lady with a sundress,
A sundress colored like a beehive,
And a flowery headdress.
She is quaint, petite, yet bubbly,
I almost thought she was a mirage,
For such a rare beauty,
Surely attract such an entourage.
Yet, she feels unattainable,
Unreachable, even to a distinguished suitor,
But her smile makes her approachable,
And her catlike eyes apparently suit her.
Today I walked on Sunflower drive,
And the lady I saw,
Was my spouse, who makes me alive,
And her beauty still leaves me in awe.
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spice scarab