First time I saw you reminds me of flowers.
The moment I smell you it feels like I was in my garden.

You being fragile makes me want to protect you.
Just like a flower you can easily crushed.

Sometimes I can't even protect you to myself.
I hate myself for breaking you.

I can't even stop myself from loving you.
I love you and its not revelation.

I see your imperfection yet I still accept it.
You are still dashing beautiful.

I know you are looking for man not a woman.
Even if you ignore me and break my heart I can't even get over you.

He is gayish but a good friend.
I fell in love with a flower man.

Yes! Yes! It's a great "Barry Hodges" memories poem involving *** and degredation!*

O Croydon, dormitory town of happy memories
With your delightfully sixties-style Ashcroft Theatre
And your many enchanting concrete underpasses!
O delightful borough so deservedly renowned
As one of the major English centres of wife-swapping,
That quintessentially bourgeous weekend pastime
And surefire antidote to inevitable marital ennui!
O gracious queen of the central south London suburbs
And gay paradise of semi-detached commutersville
O I cannot sing your praises ******* loudly enough
Nor can I deny the charms of your public toilets,
Where I have oft times enjoyed a **** with a gayish stranger!

Let me

Let me
Be your breakfast.
Toast and butter me
I wanna be your bread.

Let me
Be your warmer when you feel cold.
Take cover and go under
I wanna be your warm blanket.

Let me
Be your breath.
Inhale and exhale nicely
I wanna be your lovely Air.

Let me
Be your lover for life
Don't look back, just look forward
I don't wanna be
your one night stand.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Kiss your forehead
And become your favorite kiss
your favorite Lips
among all man
Who failed to understand
You not meant to be played.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Be your love studio
I'll create love songs for you
So you may listen and dance
Woman I just wanna be your favorite song.

Let me...
Be the guy
Who won't lie,
Who will skip work
Just to see you smile
Or hear you laugh.
Capture me with your love
Torture me with your sweet charms.
I enjoy being here
This feels like home
When I'm alone.

Let me
Ride rhythms,
Rhyme poetry like I'm sinning.
Let me ignore their childish minds
They think writing poems is gayish.
But woman for you
I'm willing to look stupid.
This love matter
Won't make
sense if you don't
Understand what's poetry for.