Pure

Untouched, full of innocence am I. Pure as the driven snow. Waiting till I’m wed am I. The man I marry shall be smitten with me. Tempted I’m sure he’ll be. But blessed if he patiently waits for me. I will be indebted, he’ll see. Sheltered I’ve been, but anxious I am. Waiting, patiently I am P.U.R.E. as the driven snow.

(P)ositively

(U)nbelievable

(R)emarkably

(E)xhilarating

Pure©

Copyright 2018

By Felina Silver Robinson

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