Prince of the sensitive garden (poem)

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Five human senses, our eyes to see your petals fall

Our ears to hear your cries, for us they call

Our taste to taste your poisonous lips

Our nose to smell your intoxicated mist

But my love, touch I can not give

For if I give my touch, Ill loose the life I live

A boy in a garden, home to the flowers

A boy in the garden, who lost his powers

Shower me with words the more I grow

Without my rain I can not glow

As old as on oak tree, Yes I am

Hundred years, the wind passed me by

Just like my lover, it was an eternal goodbye.

If I die, ill regret

If I live I will never forget.





Authors Note:
This holds a precious meaning to me. Im curious to see what this means to you! Let me know in the comments. I'll reveal it's true meaning in the next poem. :)

Till next time.

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