A.W. Books & Poetry

My love, to you, I compare a flower,

silky and soft.

With cream, crafted petals adorning your soul

And honey-suckle sweetness in your smile.

No fear for the elements;

Poised with strong fragility

Heedless to the cold, but sensitive to the touch.

Bemused by the buttery thorns surrounding you,

Daring not to let them pierce your purpose.

In my eyes, you will always bloom true:

blossoms of red and golden blue

So, right now, you will remain

My love, my flower, my sunny day.

-Annalise Wellman