You're loving and caring, they say. But I keep distilling your traits. I want to see what they don't And I want to cherish what they ignore. You keep hiding behind a bouquet because it's your substitute for words. They have seductive colors and volatile perfumes, but they "speak of love silently", they say. You keep doing it because you're silly with words, but I love when you do it because I love your clumsiness, and I love your silliness!
The original photograph is NOT mine. This is just my entry for the contest held by and : [link]
I'm not good at editing, but this sounded like a fun contest and I wanted to participate.
The original picture is: What I did to it is adjusting the levels, saturation, contrast, deepness, mirroring, framing and all the jazz.
Hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: "speak of love silently" was taken from an anonymous saying I found in: [link] “The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.”