Exquisite Poem by Val Morehouse

Exquisite

Rating: 4.0


My heart was a bud
held tight upon itself,
shedding rain,
defying wind
with its green spire,
until you.

It is for love
of sunshine
that petals
of the rose
curl back in such
exquisite pain.

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