He asked her
on the porch:
"Will you fall in love when you're there?"

Not a second.
Not a beat later.































"No."












Silence followed.
He smiled.
Seemingly a small change to her
was a large change to him.
He confronted her
hungry to know the answer


"Well...you know..."
Her voices trails off.
the "No" echoes in her mind.





She already fell in love
with Her
and herself
she wanted to wait
patiently
for the sun to appear over the horizon,
as the moon was still bathing the wine soaked pavement

someday.

The rain has come and soaked me to the bone
Set me out to dry so I can get along
Should the clouds turn against me again
I'll be alright because I'll still be alive
Whether it's thunder or lightning
Rain or snow
If I get to my bed at the end of the night
Everything is going to be alright
If a storm cloud follows me around
An umbrella will become my best friend
I won't be caught unprepared again
Things aren't always inclement
Knowing that the sunshine will eventually come back
Is what keeps me going

Little flower
I consider you closely
And admire your beauty
You are a little miracle
Your colors and fine lines
Every little bit of perfection
In your creation
Leaves me awestruck
I'm glad I took the time
To find you and appreciate you
You represent hope and determination
You are my little flower
As the sun causes you to grow
Your simplistic beauty inspires me to grow as well