Jamie’s Flower Poem
This gorgeous golden flower:
Was it made for me like I was made for him?
So perfect yet a chance discovery.
It serves to remind me of that which I can never forget.
Every characteristic: reminiscent of my true love.
The velvet caress of each petal echoes the softness of his lips on mine.
The intoxicating fragrance can’t compare
with the scent of his artfully ruffled hair.
It seems so fragile on that slender frondy stem.
Just as he masks his fragility with steel and fire.
His softness is a treasure rarely glimpsed outside,
but unchecked for me and overflowing like hot lava.
Lava too describes the flash of his dark brown eyes.
Changeable and moody.
In the morning light they become old gold and amber,
like the petals of this bloom
that he has touched and treasured
and displayed for all to see.
As he has chosen me.
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