I always told my lover
that she was beautiful
even when she was
not my lover anymore,
because I believed that
beautiful things always
deserved to know
just how beautiful
they were,
because what if flowers
decided they were not
bright enough and
simply stopped
growing,
what if the sun never
knew of the warmth
that it spread on to
everybody and simply
let the world
go cold,
what if you never
knew and
simply disappeared ...
k.p.k
