Growing in your garden
She's a little bud on a sapling
Your green fingers will caress her
With tender nurturingThreatened by the storms
She refuses to open her curtain
Whisper beautiful words
And she'll respond for certainGently stroke her petals
And sit with her for a while
Just gaze at her blushing petals
And feel her give a shy smileBrush your cheeks against her
Her softness will kiss you
And maybe finally she'll open a bit
And give you a glimpse of the core tooCup the little bud in your hands
Let it feel your fingers
Though rough but ever so soft
Leaving a feeling that lingersAnd finally one day the bud
Will blush open under your caress
Splaying the vibrant petals
Like a ballerina's tulle dressKiss her petals softly then
And dive your soul into her core
Spreading the fragrance of love
She's only the gardener's to adore.🖤🖤🖤
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The Colours Of Us
PoetryA poetic journey of the deepest desires trapped in the heart of this solivagant - A tale of love and acceptance, of joy and sorrow, or beauty and of the thousand infinities she weaves in her head. ❤️❤️❤️ Note: The characters in this story are fictit...