your comforting scent fills my nostrils.
and with it, my anxious anticipation of summer grows.
Thoughts of warm sand between my toes and waves splashing
against my thighs begin to rustle off their winter cobwebs
and creep into the light.
Your kingly grace and radiance
permutates the field with such dignity that
no one doubts your royal blood descends
from a godly lineage.
You are my favourite
and that's how it shall remain.
oh heavenly sweet silken Marigold.
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Hurrah! Summer is here too :D Today I'm going to the Giardini Margherita and I'll look for some marigolds just for you. I will also attempt calling you later on this afternoon. Ciao amore!
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