Dear Flower girl,
The only name I know you by
a name so deserved.
Books of botany and butterflies fill your faded brown bag.
To she who sits in the meadow
under the old oak tree,
humming hymns of folk and fae.
To flower girl,
the girl with a crown of thorned twigs and sweet scented sun drops.
To the girl with thorns of her own and her vibrant petals.
To the girl who sits so still
butterflies use as perch.
Whose touch is soft
and kisses smooth.
To flower girl
The only name I know you by...
a name so deserved.
~ From your total opposite admirer
YOU ARE READING
letters to...
PuisiMostly just random poems some go together some don't * pomes are being taken off this one and moved to another book for love*
