Bloom, My Flower - Poem by Raiyan Asaral
I see you as delicate flower,
One that secretly blooms.
Where bees come to wonder,
Amazed at your sweet fumes.
A bee inspected you thoroughly,
He found a wound so deep.
So deep he'd be drown into misery,
A bottomless pit, a dangerous cliff.
Some said, hey! leave it!
It'll just hurt her more, stay away!
But he said, i couldn't just quit!
I need to try, I need to lift her up high.
I can't just stare and let blood drip,
A lady in pain, I just can't decline.
More if it's a dazzling flower, sweet,
Of so much importance to mine.
It's a duty I must fulfill,
A mission, I accepted.
A conviction done at will,
A juncture, inevitably fated.
My flower, allow me to help you,
I offer everything for your happiness' sake.
This is not that much, true,
But this is heart-filled risky stake.
I see thorns inside, of great number,
It tears my soul apart.
How could they leave you in slumber,
Excruciating, damn feeling, pains my heart.
Let me be, my flower,
I will take care of you.
Hold you close by my arms, forever.
I can wait, I'll be on the queue.
I will lift you up,
I'll cleanse you, purify you, love you.
I will let you bloom,
For the world to see, not to consume.
Your my flower, my one and only.
I am your bee, one in a million.
Just let me be, I'll love you truthfully,
I'll wait even years comes to billion.
Bloom, My Flower.
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