Orchids wilt and rot
in time.
Roses have thorns that
prick to bleed.
Seeds bring life that
ultimately die.
In lieu of flowers
give me your
eyes full of
heat and desire.
Surrender your heart of
passion, but most of all,
water me with your
love so that I can grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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