dont even ask me what or y couse i'm not tellin.

the perfect flower

I saw a flower last night.

a perfect flower that only lets its thorns down for a few.

a beutiful flower that is more than just beuty.

this perfect flower that lets down its thorns for me.

and yet lets me replace them when it needs me to.

i sat with this perfect flower last night and beyond its touch.

i still felt as though i was being smiled upon by god.

simply to be allowed before it.

i'm not sure the true definition of love is.

but i do know what i feel for this flower.

and if it isn't love, well, its got to be close.

Poetry by Ian
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Written on 2006-02-22 at 03:17

Tags Perfect  Love  Poetry 

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