A flower blooms like the rainbow flies over the sky sudden as an earthquake in a empty night street You are that flower that i have pullen from the ground, made my own, personal object of affection You are a pink, white poppy to whom i am so addicted You stand among the dead daisys and dandelions my love for you does so bloom as your spirit withers from the earth to an eternal Nirvana with three final words-"I love you"
Reason for writing:
A beautiful person to whom i owe all inspiration
Birth sign: Not entered
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