The Flower

There is a flower
A beautiful flower that I saw one day
In a meadow among a great many
She is unique
It bends in the wind unlike the others
And smells like the breath of God
Bright and luminous even in the night
At first sight she stole my heart
But i did not pick it
For something so beautiful must be fragile
So I leave her and watched from afar
But the flower saw me
Eyes as diamonds in the sun
A smile that made the sightless warm
Her petals soft and smooth
I try to pick the flower
And take it for my own
Yet she remained steadfast
I pulled again
The earth gave way
Revealing the dark twisted roots
A tangle of the past
filled with regret and sorrow
But it does not enter my gaze
I do not care for the past
Only the beauty that it gives forth
I know that she is a product of the roots
And I would trade it for nothing
So I love her
She loves me
The meadow holds more flowers
Yet none as touching as she
I see them yet they do not compare
to my flower
My Beautiful Girl
My Heart of Joy
My Day of Dreams
My Hopes
My Flame
My Flower

Reflection of My Girl

Why do you want to change the face
That I want to see everyday until the end
How can you curse the body
That can stop the world when it's in my arms
Why can you not gaze into the eyes
That I could lose myself in for days
How can you not love the girl
That so freely earns the pedestal in my heart

How can you love me
When you cannot love yourself