My love is fragile but alive,
like a newly budding flower.
Longing for your warm touch
like a soft springtime shower.
Where I will colorfully blossom,
pedals stretching out to you wide,
fragrantly releasing its emotion
held deep inside.
It will be prime for the picking,
a bountiful harvest you could reap,
a succulent gift of pure love,
and forever yours to keep.
It’s your magical life giving light,
that’s all it will need,
or it will shrivel and die
like a lonely forgotten weed.
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2016 08:32
- Category: Love
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THANKS FOR SHARING ~ We all need Love to stay alive but it needs to be active and vibrant ! Best wishes BRIAN ~ Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
This is almost erotic. I love it!
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