I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf I added water so she wouldn't go dry Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die I watched as she grew Time flew and flew Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky As she prospered and danced I noticed a change Something very strange that caught my eye Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life In place of green, She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper And it was there she made her illustration so divine A perfect drawing of a heart That turned out to be mine
I used to flip through my pages Scanning There were some interesting points Some high, some low, some kind of just sitting in-between after the good and the bad cancelled each other out, but mostly I Skimmed by,
Until I met you,
You can't be summed up, there's too much to you, you're too rich, too deep Too interesting to be confined to a few measly paragraphs and sped-read through
You deserve attention, you deserve time,
And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I realize you're the entire book, the entire story in beautiful, vivid detail.
*I'm going to take my time getting to the end of you, and I dog-eared the page where you entered my heart, so that if I ever forget how it feels to fall for you, I can go back to the start