When she gave me her hand, I was instantly struck
by the elegance and grace of her movement.
Her hand was slender and magnificently gloved
in white blossoms that had tinges of pink
near the edges of its petals, and they were falling,
falling so thickly that a doily of snowflakes
had formed around her feet.
She held me enchanted in the centre of her smile;
I took her hand, never noticing the thorns,
and my blood dripped crimson bright berries down.
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