Feather
For others there can be a despondent way for living. For certain there is the possibility of reason and desire for a testimony. For surety of life without pain. There is what shall become a good thing that is a good idea. For insight into the soul of the self. There is the sight for what you have done with your opinion on your own way. Life, from a caring point of view is to care for life and another without cruelty.
“Hello Victor. How are you today,” said Alesha.
“Quite well, Alesha. I went to the garden I go to from time to time. I enjoyed seeing the flowers. Today was most beautiful. I personally saw the daisies and dogwood trees rather striking,” said Walter.
“That must have been beautiful Walter.”
“Yes it was.”
Thus having a desire to become impassioned with a particular reason for the self and psyche; this reason for the beauty of the dogwood and flower do reach out for the self as a rose as a result of the self and another’s well being. For this there is the absolute begetting of the self and psyche becoming a relationship as a daisy.
The late afternoon brought wonder. The season was autumn. The beauty of the leaves were freshly golden with a tint of orange rouge.
There was so many things Alesha knew about Victor. Victor never minded about what questions Alesha asked.
Victor loved Alesha with a supernal and ethereal affection. For being sweet. For knowing much about each other there relationship was full of reason and desire. Alesha’s complexion was soft and white with a rouge highlight upon her cheeks. Her blonde hair waved with curls to her shoulders. Alesha had piercing hazel eyes. Victor had soft skin and straight brown hair combed to one side. His love for Alesha was far from elementary. His love was supernal and from an excellence for the aptitude at the behest of reason and desire.
Victor asked Alesha if she would marry him.
“We Victor shall live together for eternity. I do love you so. I shall never make you angry. I promise you I will marry you and be a loving wife.’