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Cascading down the soft shoulders
Of a dreaming child
Woven flowers
Beading across the angelic locks
The creations that are bestowed,
On anyone who dreams of being a bride.
Her thoughts,
Her ideas,
Our time.
Spent in sleepless nights
Of making her dreams…reality.
Of turning any fantasy into a work of art.
That on this special she can be anything she desires.
This is our job
This is our passion
This is what makes us feel complete.
To make her smile,
To make her cry,
At just the sight of seeing
Her design fit only she…
Our perfect model
Is You.
- by FenixMaiden88 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2012 |
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