She is his wildflower
never seeking attention
happy to be completely herself
unique in a garden of roses.
Her quiet beauty
caught his eye
touched his soul
her scent
bewitched him
induced him
to make her his own.
Untamed
she blooms unencumbered
her natural traits
lauded
flourishing under his care
spreading her petals
enjoying the warm caress
of his sun.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse
I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.
Siren Whispers 
February 2, 2016 at 2:14 pm
Beautiful!
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February 2, 2016 at 2:16 pm
Thank you. Smiles.
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February 2, 2016 at 2:14 pm
very lovely!
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February 2, 2016 at 2:16 pm
Smiles. Thank you Holly!
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February 2, 2016 at 2:16 pm
Ooooohhhhh….this is so beautiful! ❤️
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February 2, 2016 at 2:17 pm
Smiles. Thank you Lovely. x
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February 2, 2016 at 2:20 pm
You’re welcome! Have a fabulous day, Gorgeous! 🙂
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February 2, 2016 at 2:21 pm
Smiles. You too! xo
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February 2, 2016 at 3:02 pm
‘never seeking attention’ I beg to differ!
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February 2, 2016 at 3:08 pm
Laughs. I am the original wallflower. Don’t let the poetry fool you. The one who knows me best knows the truth. Smiles.
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February 2, 2016 at 3:12 pm
We all exposed through words….
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February 2, 2016 at 3:15 pm
Exactly. But the reason for the exposure is different for each person. And I write not to say “look at me, look at me” but for other, very personal reasons. Smiles.
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February 2, 2016 at 3:26 pm
I’m being a little mischievous … my original comment tongue in cheek re the exquisite photo … your words as her breath taking…have a good day.
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February 2, 2016 at 3:28 pm
Smiles. No offence taken. And none intended on my part either. Thank you. I hope your day is lovely.
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February 2, 2016 at 5:25 pm
This is so beautiful.
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February 2, 2016 at 5:34 pm
Smiles. Thank you Andrew. It’s how I feel. It’s how I was made to feel.
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February 2, 2016 at 5:35 pm
That is the way every man should make his lady feel. Bravo.
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February 2, 2016 at 5:38 pm
Smiles.
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February 2, 2016 at 7:41 pm
So beautiful!! 🙂
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February 2, 2016 at 7:43 pm
Smiles. Thank you Eric.
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February 2, 2016 at 8:28 pm
Beautiful!
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February 2, 2016 at 8:36 pm
Smiles. Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed.
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February 2, 2016 at 9:11 pm
A wonderful sense behind her want to be wild — and his want to keep her wild and be herself.
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February 2, 2016 at 9:14 pm
Smiles. Thank you, yes. The beauty of acceptance and adoration as is.
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February 2, 2016 at 11:51 pm
Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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February 2, 2016 at 11:53 pm
Thank you for the re blog George.
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February 3, 2016 at 7:05 pm
My pleasure indeed ));<)))))
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February 3, 2016 at 7:52 pm
Smiles.
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February 3, 2016 at 3:41 am
LOVE it, sweet siren ❤
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February 3, 2016 at 11:18 pm
Thank you sweet friend.
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February 3, 2016 at 4:49 am
This is just lovely.
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February 3, 2016 at 4:49 am
Thank you. Smiles.
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February 3, 2016 at 8:13 pm
And the salty nectar of her open flower. Grand Marnier Cordon Rouge of her penetralia. Gan bei, my dear, and be filled.
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