Flaming silk flows
Waving o'er porcelain shoulders
Framing delicate features
Dusted with fairy magic;
Fair and fragile, aye, and
Bonnie as the hills of heather,
But the temper is fickle
And it rages against the fierce wind;
But there is strength and spirit
That echoes the heritage
Of warriors who withstood;
And though she could not stay
The Bonnie Prince could not continue,
She fought, sailed, returned,
And in glory, she stands
Chin high, black lashes feathered
On proud cheeks, colored high
With passion and love.
I would like to ask you a favor. I have entered my first novel in the First Chapters Romance Contest and would appreciate your consideration. Only votes of ten are counted in the final tally. If you read it and like it, I would appreciate your 10 rating. Thank you for taking a peek.
This is the link for "Dancing With My Dream":
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977084290
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Comments: 18
The picture of Rachel is precious... What a beautiful child...
The warmth and spirit match the photo in a very engaging way. Romance like this needs no apology.