Did you know my favorite flower reminds me of you?
Maybe that's why I like it so much.
Azaleas, a bubbly pink flower.
Whenever I look at them they're just there smiling at me.
They aren't all smiles though.
They have dark green leaves.
Most people only pay attention to its petals.
But they never tend to look at its stem or its beautiful midnight green leaves.
In the petals of azaleas rest fluffy clouds, the gaze-worthy blue skies of wonder, and lastly a ray of bright yellow sunshine.
But in the stem and its leaves lies
Thunder, lightning, and Venus's storm itself.
I tend to notice people can only find love and friendship with Azalea's petals.
But I find myself loving the azalea's petals, stems, leaves, and even its Ovule.
It's the heart.
Where everything lies.
Venus's storm, the fluffy clouds, the gaze-worthy blue skies of wonder, and lastly the thunder and lightning.
I love every part of the Azalea.
I think it's all beautiful.
Even if the azalea's heart isn't ready to let me enter its gates I still sit there in awe even being able to have the courage to study it like a book.
Reading its cover, table of contents, chapters, and glossary.
I love my bond with the azalea I hope it will last for eternity.
Never having an hourglass telling it how long it will last.
Just staying the way it is forever.
4/22/23 // Inspired by "Yume Utsutsu" (ゆめうつつ) by Lamp
YOU ARE READING
A Ballad Of Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written whether it's recent or old, Soft and Warm, Or Angsty and Cold.
