My Beautiful Little Flower - Part 1/2
“A Flower’s Beauty”

What is so beautiful about a flower?
Is it the way that she so gracefully receives
the kind affections with which I shower her?
Is it the sweetness of her soul..
Is it her innocence that makes me feel this way?
Is it the manner in which she trusts me..
The way my presence makes her feel
so taken care of..
And safe?

Yay, I have meddled with the stars..
Yay, I have felt their warmth..
But also I have felt their burn…
So might it be my time to pass it forward?
To be a source of warmth upon another..
Might it be my turn?

She is a little lady..
Delicate and sweet.
Do not, however, underestimate her..
She is a shrewd and clever lady, still indeed.
She knows what’s good for her..
And plays it carefully..
indeed, she plays it by the ear.
But in my love.. in truth..
there’s nothing devious for her to fear.

Yay, she was slow to warm herself to me..
But latent now between us,
I begin to feel a kindling of a flame.
It is a loving and a teasing..
A most subtle and amusing sort of game.

What do I want with her?
And how did she,
oh.. so.. effectively
capture my heart?
Because I wish to love her
oh.. so.. gently…
But also, ohh, I wish to love her..
oh.. so.. hard…
I wish to give her my most priceless,
my most generous and joyful sort of gift..
She knows it.. and I know she knows it
oh.. so.. well…
indeed.