wisteria blooms in bursts
soft fragrance wafts from petals
strewn on cobblestones
old money sunken deep in brick walls
thresholds painted cold, stark, white
latticed planks beneath grand arches
swirling skirts
whispered scandal
let the roses bear our secrets
sharpen their thorns
satin gloves on virtuous hands
delicate, lovely
quiet
choose me love me
~
matching music perhaps?
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