Fresh cut from the heart divine passion unrolled like drapes of gold hung from a Castle window, blowing wildly to and fro as the moment relinquished power to hold fast the order of the senses, a weakness was born. To stand and gaze at its resolve was motive enough to enthrone the most noble upon its vice and to entice the most feeble of heart to embrace its joy. It was a moment cast on that shadowy evening with thought adrift as flame warmed the hearth and moon the still night air, passion arrived and framed a breath of sweet air filling the senses with the sounds of laughter, love and adventure. The life of the moment lingered with huge success and its resolve made purpose to handle the event as passion does, with a flower. Not an ordinary one or one cut from some hybrid mix but the most stately, aesthetically ordained variety from old that married wisdom with beauty for the first time ever. It was a flower for Lilly.
-Desmond Shay Oliviart