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My Flower - Love Poem
I hastened to press myself upon you
Wanting a bond and hoping to break through.
Seems to be the oldest cliché of all
One step forward then two steps back we fall.
Know I’m here for you if you should decide
You no longer need to run and to hide.
My child my friend my one to behold
Something special is nigh is what I was told.
Little flower so delicate in a troubled world
Hide lacy petals and shrink away - terror is here
Tremble with the wind but not out of fear
Whispered rains can soothe your weary soul
Sleep soundly sweet baby, sleep sound tonight.