Loving you fills
my heart with joy.
You complete me in so many ways.
You make me feel
like a princess,
special and loved,
I know that you do not love me
as much as I love you
and that hurts.
Yet I will continue loving you
because I have never
met anybody quite like you,
a teddy bear who
holds me, caresses me
through your love and affection
you have mended all of my open wounds
which have been inflicted on me
through my difficult life.
You cradled my seed
as it struggled to rise
above the dry soil
lifting its petals
into the radiant sunlight,
come to light beneath a slow breeze
the wounds natured
burdened it with its wild breath -
you cajoled its fragrance to blow
across the fields,
fresh and new.
That is so special,
it cannot harbor my heart's desire.
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