A nymphea

I used to take baths in such wood "bowl" as a kid. i know it's... whatever!)


A nymphea, flowerish flower made for love,
a precise perfume of desire,
sharply sitted on the edge of innocence,
tone atuned to her needs,
synchronized to her reflexion,
you have to believe she is there for you,
you have to share her moody waters in disguise,
it reveals so much more than simple attention,
mirroring something deep into your soul,
this kind of beauty is your childhood and your heart,
you will come back to it each time,
you will forget your hatred,
you will let go till the end of time.

picture this here :
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/430164201879529841/