She was beautiful
Like a flower
Before it bloomed
Her aura wasn’t
Breathtaking per say,
She wasn’t noticeably
Pretty
But there was this
Sensation
When you first meet her
A sensation that makes you
Wanna stick around
And wait
For when the flower does
Bloom
And you wait
And wait
And wait
For her to finally
Open up to you
And when she does
It’s not breathtaking
It’s like she’s putting the life
And breath
Back into you
She’s no longer
A simple green
Flower bud
She’s a beach fire
Crackling and dancing in the moonlight
She’s winter’s first fresh blanket of snow
Glistening in the sunlight
But I cannot speak a word
Of it
Other than to her
If others found
That miracle locked inside
she might no longer
Be mine
