Je ne Sais Quoi | It’s Her Radiance

They’re just something, and if you don’t know what? It’s her glow. Her radiance can’t be denied, a presence that just is, intimacy of her breathless ambiance. What moment could ever eclipse, the essence of her sweetest kiss? Incandescent, beauty of her glow one word: luminous. Glowing, her nature not just an epic showing, her natural poetic flow. Her heart, met with such anticipation, nuanced love of a wholesome revelation. Warmth of her heart, the irrevocable depth of her soul. “What is the colour of her love? Warm, tender, when she thinks of you: a picture perfect painting of her love forever true.” Richness of her heart conveyed, expressions of her love sways deeply. Fragrance of love’s endless bloom, quintessence of her timeless hue. Of May’s flower, “her summer sun looked down, in your heart you feel it: same old afterglow, a love so beautiful… in every way.” Portrait of her. Her je ne sais quoi, light of her radiance.

*** This piece is dedicated to All of the wonderful flourishing mothers, Happy Mother’s Day to you all. Your radiance is undeniable, your love deeply irrevocable! 🌺✨❤️

WCR