My Flower, My Love - Poem by Damon Harper
I looked at her for a long before I actually saw,
The beauty of the person she really is inside.
Guarded at first like a closed flower.
Then one day, like the sun causing her to bloom,
She opened up to me and the world.
This new flower I gaze at today I call my love.
My happy tears fall to quench her thrust.
She feeds my soul with her love and beauty.
The birth of my day and my new life with her.
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