your eyes so blue they spoke to me of dreams I never knew
your lips so sweet have promised me such heavenly delight
your heart so pure it gave to me a love I don't deserve
I took your name without a thought its echo is my curse
I drowned your voice deaf to your plea its sound is all I hear
I would give all I have to undo what I did lest your image will burn my soul to ash
flora
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Author's Notes: this poem was inspired by my fantasy story The Enchanted Spring and the elf Andor, who is consumed by guilt after having turned the human girl Rose into a flower.
