You touch me like a flower petal,
Like I just bloomed and began to settle
Color so fair without the harsh sun,
Though it's just started it'll soon be done
The Flower petals begin to die,
But you still stoke me and sigh
Beauty on the inside will last
So you but me in a bottle of liquid so I don't fade to the past
YOU ARE READING
In love.
PoetryThis is just a lot of love poetry, if you like it tell me cuz I have got plenty more to share if you do! please read.
