Peteroo's Blog

A weed may not oft find itself in need. Hence, all the more reason to salute the dandelion for turning itself into a warmthful lead.

As one, dandelion will grant a wish or tell if fondness exists for butter; as a hendecad, dandelion bouquet will make sweetie’s feelings flutter.

Whether company comes as indiligent Is resting in the lea or as friends instigated to run through fields for fun and free, dandelion sunnies sun, Earth, life, and we. ; )

Tired of your absence, rest is rocky at best. Satin is now coarse and soft is now whelked.

Mind attempts turns to a dreamscape with you, but each cloudlet alights on a xeriscape instead.

Favour exists for a state of pennilessness in a plutodemocracy over sleeplessness in this blues-by-the-cold-crag-sea.

As the urgency of securely safe arms and rising chest-breaths is clear, perhaps only by theurgy will this stone become you, my dear. ; )

I want to hold your hand even when your story is a shaggy-dog.

Let us always hold hands whilst turn-taking as either the twaddler or the coddler.

When we hold hands, your pitters syncopate with my patters.

Holding hands may leave wrists oblique, but the love connection shoots straight to each heart. ; )

Pleasant morning, Karl. It is nice to see you today. The muscose growth on bay’s boulders appreciates both your humidity and humility. While a storm’s fellness as well can wet this world, you are able to preen this serene scene without a soupçon of temperamental tidings. Thank you for rolling in by way of the Golden rule—and bridge, of course. ; )

As pink is for girls and as girl power is all the rave, wine-hued lily passes on impuissance to float as fave.

As a corsage or a boutonnière, petals would—as a wow-matcher more so than a cowcatcher—aid an Angrez in need of impressing a dear.

No need to pad its resume with boasts abloom; lightful lotus jawbones company to halcyonic reflections just by sharing its welcoming womb. ; )