Flower

You bloom in the spring,

You are always pollinating to me.

When I reach and grab you,

& my touch soothes you.

When I smell you,

I get drunk from your fumes.

When I reach and kiss you,

you just melt in my lips.

I hope you are my flower

forever.

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neat work
on this poem