Springtime Love

Another one among my very few optimistic pieces.

When I am blossomed upon this paper,
Do view me with much love.
A fallen petal, a wandering kiss,
The sun's rays travel down my waiting hips.

Hold me up by the stalk and see my beauty,
Form a bouquet with a shower of daisy buds.
Perhaps a rose by another name may smell as sweet,
But this other rose will never speak as bitter.

I may have thorns, my love, but I could never prick you.

The End

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