Tuesday, March 27, 2012

My Flower


 I've picked you for my own.
I brought you to my lips,
And you took my breath away.
But then it was as though I hurt you,
You closed your precious petals,
And I could no longer hold you,
For every touch made you wilt.

My flower,
My beauteous flower
please...
bloom again,

If not for me,
then for the one you truly love

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