The poem paints the picture of a young, handsome but indolent man who prefers to shamelessly beg for alms in open places rather than looking for decent means of livelihood. Worse still, he does so in impeccable, flamboyant dresses.

… oh, resplendent, resplendent times!

…humble opulence.

I Can See You Blush. I can see you blush from this far off distance, in your land you reside.

The feeling of meeting someone very attractive, but failing to commit on that feeling because the chance is suddenly lost forever.

…knowing you’re forever mine.

A song of the blush and the rush of our first love…

Yet Wayne was…well, first he was not a big fan of “that” word. It always got to him, embarrassed him. He hated that word, mostly because so many of his, “more worldly”, friends, like all of them, enjoyed using it to tease him. Which they did unceasingly and often, chiefly because it was true, and they knew it, oh he so longed for it not to be.

Tradition says the man is supposed to do the proposing when it comes to marriage.But though traditions are great they are meant to be broken as well.Just playing with a writers imagination here on what might happen if tradition was reveresed.But has to admit it would have been fun to do when I had the chance awhile back.

Women in the world are graced with the natural ornament and a true lady need not any artificial costume jewelry to decorate herself. Physical body design designed by the GOD is perfect and glow when dressed under tight dress the physique shines automatically and made male counterpart ambushed through her weapons.