Poem 797








Which flower
blooms
the prettiest
of all
in the garden
of Life?
It is The Rose,
of course,
but is my love
for her
a deathly crime?

If it must be,
then without any
hesitation,
I confess.
And even if
I must be damned
to hell for it,
I still consider
myself blessed.
Blessed with a love
that chose to hold me
through the worst
of all my strife.

Nectar of many
other flowers
might be sweet,
but do not be
surprised..
If rosy petals
end up as
the landing site
for this capricious
butterfly.

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