There is a language, little known,
Lovers claim it as their own.
Its symbols smile upon the land,
Wrought by nature's wondrous hand;
And in their silent beauty speak,
Of life and joy, to those who seek
For Love Divine and sunny hours
In the language of flowers.
-The Language of Flowers, London, 1875
There will be a definition of a flower in the start of each chapter, I found this poem and thought it would be a beautiful way to start the book.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen
Roman d'amour" Even if our love is forbidden, I want to protect you." An angel in love with a demon. A demon in love with an angel. A forbidden love that blooms unexpectedly between the two species. But what is the cost of their love? ----- I would like to add...
