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They bloom without question,
Then vanish in rhythm.

No one ever sees the final surrender,
Its quiet return,
The sky’s last tear—
The ground’s soft ache.

But fall is not a loss—
It is rest,
A pause,
A stillness
Holding the shape of return.

While Love, unnamed,
Waits in the marrow of time,
Ready to rise
When nothing expects it.

Be a poem, O’ Prettiest, not mere breath—
A song that lingers past life and death.
Not dust in the wind, nor fading light,
But verses born of truth and might.

Do not doze in slumber’s keep,
While dreams like stars in silence sleep.
Be the lamp that greets the morn,
The spark from which the soul is born.

Within your veins a rhythm flows,
A secret only silence knows.
Time bears a tune that waits in you—
A golden song, eternal, true.

Kindle your core, let spirit rise,
For heaven sees through watchful eyes.
Be not a whisper lost to air,
But voice of fire, bold and rare.

You are no myth, no fleeting flame—
But sacred blaze none dare to tame.
If storms of time you do not bind,
Then be the tide that stirs mankind.

This world’s a stage, a shifting mist—
Be its refrain, O’ Prettiest.
A cry, a kiss, a sacred sign—
The mirror where all truths align.

Ask not the worth of your own name—
You are the self, the living flame.
Be melody the soul reveres,
Love’s voice that echoes through the years.

I wandered deep where the night forgets,
Through shadowed doors in silken nets.
The moon wore masks of grinning gold,
And time stood still, yet centuries old.

A ticking cage inside my head,
Whispered secrets the silence fed.
My thoughts were birds with backward wings,
They sang of clocks and burning springs.

A mirrored sky began to weep,
Each teardrop birthing eyes that sleep.
They watched me dance on fractured glass,
While hours curled like blades in grass.

The forest breathed in riddled verse,
Each leaf a curse, each root a hearse.
I asked the wind, “What path is mine?”
It answered, “All, and none, in time.”

The stars spelled names I’d never known,
Carved deep in dreams not quite my own.
I kissed the lips of reason's ghost,
And drank with fear—a maddened host.

Yet when I woke, the world was sane,
But something laughed behind my brain.
It wore my voice, it knew my face—
And left me tethered in its place.

The moon trails behind,
a pale guardian on high
chasing fleeting feet.

I want someone who wants me for me,
wholeheartedly.
to hold my hand in public spaces
never scared to let go
To kiss me in the rain because it sets me ablaze
I want to be loved loudly!! Never unsure.
A yearning love for the ages,
Written in the stars
I want you to look at me and proclaim my love. I want you, all of you! Oh, god, I do.
And all I ask of you?
Do you love me too?