The Flower That I Won’t Let Die
i was a gardener and a florist,
once upon a time.
but if i were a rose
then you’d be the thorn in my side.
you’d be the dark cloud above me...
but only when you’re gone.
because when you’re here
you are the light in my sky—
day and night.
you’re the air that i need.
when arranging a bouquet
with you on my mind
if the thorns cut me,
i would be fine
it would be love that i bleed.
my thorn apple—
the apple of my eye.
if i planted my heart like a seed
it would grow into you—
you are my heart,
my rose,
my love;
i once had a fruitful garden of blossoms
but i couldn’t keep them alive
only you survived—
the flower that i won’t let die.
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