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Oct 2016
The first time I saw you
your beauty caught my eye
standing there so proudly
accented by the sky

Your look and your style
separated you from the rest
in the garden of life
you were simply the best

I walked over to you
and reached out with my hand
the softness of your petals
was really quite grand

Grasping your stem
my hands begin to bleed
overcome by desire
its your beauty that I need

Thorns cutting my flesh
deeply to the core
hypnotized by your aroma
I can only ask for more

I want to take you home
put you on a shelf
I would sit and admire you
and keep you to myself

In a short time
you begin to wither and die
I can not save you
no matter how I try

Your petals fall silently
landing on the floor
I'm lost without my flower
sad forever more
The Lunchtime Poet
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The Lunchtime Poet
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