Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse
The Mag #225
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year — it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. ~Author Unknown
Love unmasks pride's inner fold like the smoldering heat of summer undresses the day.
Layer by layer is unlaced and loosened until it's outer clothes are stripped away.
It reveals with each soft kiss the beauty that eyes cannot attempt to view
giving strength to the fallen yet a weak place that bitterness can escape through.
it's atonement is an anthem as it revels in the lovely moments of the here and now
where bliss lingers lost in the unknowing of yesterday's regrets no longer found.
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year — it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. ~Author Unknown
Love unmasks pride's inner fold like the smoldering heat of summer undresses the day.
Layer by layer is unlaced and loosened until it's outer clothes are stripped away.
It reveals with each soft kiss the beauty that eyes cannot attempt to view
giving strength to the fallen yet a weak place that bitterness can escape through.
it's atonement is an anthem as it revels in the lovely moments of the here and now
where bliss lingers lost in the unknowing of yesterday's regrets no longer found.
