the epitome of springtime
a cherry blossom tree
Not weeping, but tall and the most pink
You could not breathe
It took my breath away.
Never think for one moment that I stopped adoring you
So unlike the rest
A heart not of gold, or silver,
But of rubies.
Every dash of pollen that falls from a tree
Is the serene music that fills my heart when I see you
Never would I have thought holding you would be my future
A destiny; the plan of the Almighty
And the cause of all the joy in my life
In a red dress now I wait
Contemplating your brown eyes
That are sweeter, warmer than the honey on my kitchen counter
I am most afraid for you to arrive my love,
That at the sight of you
I will faint in ecstasy and not wake up
And you won't understand
Or even worse
You'll look at another girl with those eyes
My eyes.
And my spirit will become a cherry tree
Only not beautiful and pink like you
Hunched and weeping
Ready to die again
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Songs for the Simple Unknown
PoetryA collection of poems about various topics including life//death//love// and the unknown. All are my own. *WARNING* mentions suicide
