Disease of my heart
I pluck white petals off daisies
Blowing them aimlessly around
She loves me; she loves me
Aimless is not always what it means
There is always something deeper.
My mind then rests in her corolla form
Of buttoned sepals and petals
Gentle open thoughts for times to come.
If we were a bit confused, we can be
Need will eventuate from each other's
To tickle time on spirited waves.
I pluck another white petal off the
To carefully smell the fragrance on
finger tip of salty air.
Quickly opened shutter images reveal
us lying on patterned couch
Our locked thoughts happening more than
She loves me , she loves me
Frosty cool feelings can chasm oh. so
I look first then hold my breath before
falling into ours,
Like jelly roll with sticky emotion
My crampons hook a pendulous safety
I think about plucking more petals off
Stolen from thoughts in a secret garden
Groped as we move along in three thousand
more ways than one.
A Blurred mini and jeep collide on love's
Noisy roadwork's decorate lines of flower
and colour spill
Stitched intricately around temple strength
for guiding hands.
She loves me, she loves me
"Don't worry Mr worry," she says
Dazzling blue backstroked gentle eyes.
I lie still at night on my mattress
Avoiding the wobbles, feeling her steadiness.
Soon plucked fluffy petals lay scattered
in my mind
Flight of fancy lays heavy on loves
She loves me.
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of my heart
Flowers in my Garden
love poetry please!
the subject of death
at the Temple.
Guess I Will Never Know