In this collection of poetry, you-the reader will be able to dwell through the inner workings of my mind and soul.
Poetry to me is an art form that has to be appreciated no matter how brutal it can get sometimes.
In this collection, I will make you...
Poppies, daisies, Begonia Wonderful, beautiful winter flowers Were sent in the thousands Gold, diamonds, rubies and silk Were sent into my chambers, Day after day I rejected all these riches. I shun all the pale and copper-skinned suitors You gave me a single wilting rose. I accepted it immediately. Why did I accept that single; That single pathetic, sad-looking rose? The answer was clear. You treasured me, respected me. You cherished me as a part of yourself. An equal. Not looking at me as a prize, Like the others. It made you, The winner of my heart. The wilted rose, has full of life, In my eyes at least. Just like what awaits before us.
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