Let Fate do her worst;
there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past,
which she cannot destroy;
Which come in the night-time
of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features
that joy used to wear.
Long, long be my heart
with such memories filled,
Like the vase in which roses
have once ben distilled.
You may break,
you may shatter the vase
if you will,
But the scent of the roses
will hang round it still.
Thomas Moore




















beautiful
Lovely as always – love the look in your eye
Very pretty
(you've got rosepetals covering your rosebud)
(ok i'm done being a 12 yr old now)
I really like this photo a lot. Interesting and nice poem, too.
Just beautiful, hon. (Love the click!). The main image is one of my favourites this week, so will be in my Sunday roundup.
xx Dee
Hehe well my 12 year old self just giggled so it's all good
x
Awww thank you hunni. I am quite partial to this one too xxx
Better the petals across your assthen pieces of the broken vase, or is it?
Nice buns!! HHNT!
Very pretty. Love the click, it would look absolutely fantastic in selective color! (not that it doesn't now, but it would really POP)
xo
Those are some beautiful pics, and the poem goes well with them
HHNT!
Just lovely, both photos.
alright, nice pic and all but the title and then a picture of your butt just cracked me up!! The "scent"….
I'm thinking little *poofs* and there go all the rose petals!
Hehe have you not heard all girls farts smell like roses
'beams'
'forced baked bean eating' then a bag over the head.
hmmmmm.
Excellent pic! I wanna bite your ass!
I know how those rose petals got there…
*chuckles merrily at all the olphactrous comments*
Absolutely stunning. Perfect in every way!