My Flower Poem by Elliott Rosenberg
My Flower
You are a flower of spring,
You are the calyx of May.
The néctar of youth.
A universe of color.
Your wings are mighty,
Your soul receptive.
Yet the dormant angel that sleeps within your bosom,
fears not beauty nor kinship.
She fears the gift of departure.
And so she stands alone no more,
For her flower has found a garden,
Green and lustrous as the gardner knight of her desires.
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