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I still can't believe you chose me
I am a frenzy of wildflowers
yet you treat me like an heirloom rose
You nurture my mad incongruities
coaxing the buds to bloom
in all their gaudy colors
and wearing them proudly
against your heart
as if they were a white boutonniere
on a groom's lapel
submitted for Poetic Bloomings, #29 Love
9 comments:
I would, you know. Thorns and weeds and all.
Very nice lolamouse. You just added to the wonderful poems this week.
Benjamin Thomas
you nurture my wild incongruencies...nice line...
and wearing them proudly still...i like...
Oh I like this!
Inspired and lovely.
Beautifully captured!
beautiful, I love this!
Ah ... to have been chosen. Lovely!
Very nice! Sometimes people don't see us for what we are. Or is that we aren't who we think we are?
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