Romantic and unique, Liza's wedding is a testament to the love these two share for each other.
Liza is wearing the "Liza" and the "Lace Topper", both new additions to the SHAREEN bridal line. Photography by Nicole Goddard Photography.
Romantic and unique, Liza's wedding is a testament to the love these two share for each other.
Liza is wearing the "Liza" and the "Lace Topper", both new additions to the SHAREEN bridal line. Photography by Nicole Goddard Photography.
She is exciting, fun, and unique. He was taken with her from the start.
All my love and well wishes to you both. You look like the essence of happiness.
Kerrie is wearing SHAREEN bridal (the “Karrie”). Photos by loving guests at her wedding, sent by Kerrie herself.
She made poetry and sprinkled it with fantasy, a bit of drama and so much love. He is her leading man, her equal, her deepest love, her biggest fan.
Peace and blessings, Danyale and Matthew. Love each other into eternity.
Danyale is wearing SHAREEN bridal (the Karine bridal gown with a three-quarter length sleeve) and the new SHAREEN collection "Danyale" cape in velvet.
I love these photos by photographer Andria Lindquist, here shooting our much beloved client Melissa Wielde and her charming and handsome fiance Ray. Melissa is in Shareen Vintage.
I think I love this photo the most. Its the way he is looking at her. Its his presence there behind her.....
I love that Melissa goes from 50's glam to 60's mod so easily. How chic is this dress?!...and on her!
Stay tuned to see Melissa in Shareen Bridal on her wedding day. She is going to be a vision of glamour and elegance.... what else?
*These great photos were taken by Seattle-based photographer Andria Lindquist.*
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They raised a glass to honor them for their commitment, their hope, and to bless their
intention to love each other wholly and completely forever. The lovely Lauren is in Beth in
satin from the Shareen Bridal Collection. Photos : Monica Simoes NY.
The bar in Cambridge,
blues and greens
as preppies like
But he was Portuguese
Sexy man
Who taught me about freedom
We shared a love of the truth
His Pulitzer
My business
Our hearts lived
Apart and at a great
And comfortable
distance
And his first kiss on
Valleyheart
When he argued
For his limitations
Daring me to love
Him anyway
Nine years later,
three cats
and laughter
I'd dared
And lost
The argument.
Friendship
Now
Trumps all
And the intense stare
across the theatre
Eyes locked
A slow, understated
Approach
I thought was sexy
Only to find
he was just depressed
The black jaguar
The penthouse
And me
Sitting
Patiently
Beside sadness
And how I lost
three years there
which weren't as fun
as three years lost
in a trailer park
along side him
in the pick up
Marlboro reds
and flamingoes.
Real, sexy years of tequila
And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges
He had a glock
Under his pillow
We'd have been ok anywhere
And then there was Yale
And the Olympics
And shells on the Thames
And the river Charles
A green Porsche
and the secret society
His book
My glamorous job
Endless betrayals
his with others
mine
by absentia
And he had a lisp
and was a valet
and loved me like
No other and
I wanted to make him
my Pygmalion
and I could have
If only
We hadn't lost a child
And one I distrusted
hypnotized me
And another
dying to love me
left me dying to be free.
And one I adore
Is out of reach.
Finally, I look
Back to my father
And wonder why,
he hurt me so.
No sympathy requested
No complaint here stated.
As I lay dying
I read the swords
(Like on the tarot card)
Betrayal,
Compromise
Confiscated
Robbed
Raped
Cheated
Liar
Loss
Absent
And finally,
The last
So what.
I saw him
The other night
Resurrected
in a golden orb
His face shone
With a gentle pride
At me.
"I did it
all because
I loved you
And your
triumph is
My job
well done."
I may be late
To the library,
to the party
To discover
Wiki
I may be late
to You tube
And behind
In the polls
But I am not
surrendered in pain
I am triumphant with
Understanding
I am "it"
And "no"is my best
friend
And "yes" is its great cousin
How might I
Find my man
Until I know
The man in me?
She who asserts
And discerns,
Establishes boundaries
Is on her side
And behalf.
She who fights for her best
And takes no prisoners.
She who knows
Her worth
And protects it
With ferocity
She who would be him
if he were to arrive as me
Man.
Mine.
The most
gentle
of calls to
rise,
tenderly rain
touches the spirit
with the softest of
nature's dance
and in the white
tranquility,
tucked warmly
under
the wing
of a swan,
Eyes yet closed
against the day
I heard
I listened
Lifting
Shimmering
Kissing lightly tree branches
Whispering though
Falling leaves,
Carried
To heaven
a voice
Light and clean
I held
My breath
To receive
Her message
"in the arms of....."
The note
Was carried
Open
As a cry
Broken hearted
Breathless
I held
Open
The door.
"an angel,
may you find.........."
and again a caress
Tumbling the
Length of
A shattered body,
A hand
made of
tenderness
sharing, taking
the suffering of her
beloved
"some comfort here."
The comfort of
angels is here.
my
first
on another
blessed day