By Gabriel Foster Florence smiled at the heart shaped necklace she was given. “My lord! Giving me gifts has never granted you the kind of access you want with me.” she scolded him. “Each petal of the rose you trace across my heart, eventually fades like wilted lies, with it gone, your sweet scent, power and charms dies with the moment.” She continued, “why don’t you just give up?” He held her shoulders and whispered “My lady! That’s like asking a hungry wolf to abandon the hunt, after inhaling the wildness of your scent”. “Your loveliness is like prey, wounded and enticing, And as a predator I will enjoy you not for a day Or a week, but for a lifetime when I place a Diamond rock upon your finger”. Florence’s nervous lips parted slightly, “have you no shame in admitting this to me My lord”? She looked into his eyes. “You know my father wants a suitor for me that’s financially well off.” He smiled at her and remarked, “So be it, I’ll rob ten banks To satisfy your father’s requirements”. He stepped away From her and turned around towards the door. “Surely you’re not serious Lord Victor?”, she inquired After him. He stopped for a moment and turned his head around To look at her. “I’m as serious as that scented perfume you wear That quietly announces to me just how much you want To marry me in return.” He opened the door And stepped out into the world of steam technology. GF Poetic Wisdom | When the heart longs for someone it must have, its beat of desire conspires to make fantasy reality. ~ Gabriel Foster
