Flower Petals. Poem by Dezerth Lerexia

If I picked a flower and that flower had eight petals,
then i'd have eight petals to declare you special.

The first is for the first time that we always had a first.
The first time that you smiled and the first time that you cried.

The second is for the seconds we spent together.
Every second that we make it last forever.
Every second that we looked back together.

The third is for the thirds of pie helping we had.
The thirds of the sandwhiches we ate.

The fourth is for times we kissed that way.
The four times we missed each other during the day.

The fifth is for the fifth time you'd call me in the hour.
The fifth time I felt your power. The fifth time we took a shower.

The sixth is for the six different ways you make me feel.
The six different butterflys that made my heart flutter.
The six different fireflys that turned my heart to butter.

The seventh is for the seven kisses on my cheek on my eleventh birthday.
The seven different presents that made me feel all weak.

The eight for the eight petals I pulled that declare you special and the eight different ways I tried to say I love you.