Love thee,
like the wisteria in love with the bees
like the rose alone in the green field
like the pink asters in the morning sun in spring
like arum wavering in the windy afternoon
like begonia lonely in the moonlit night
like carnation near that creak ... waiting in silence
Love thee; i have become
the balsam
the gardenia
the geranium
the heliotrope
the hibiscus
Love thee i do
love thee is Globe Amaranth
love thee i have no king's spear; no laburnum; no manchineel
love thee i wouldn't want it a mimosa
love thee is laurel, is magnolia, is Orange Blossoms...
i am now the Peach Blossoms
forever at the mercy of thou gerbera.
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