Love is like a flower that blooms
But what sort of love?
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Love is like a flower that blooms
Secrets hidden deep within
As it blooms from light and warmth
The beauty erupts therein.
But what of the flower that comes to be?
What kind of love will it reveal?
Is it one that is pure and sweet?
Like the petals of a sweet-smelling rose?
That intoxicating perfume
Can make a man do crazy things
But can be difficult to keep.
Or maybe more of a suggestive form
Like the shape of an orchid bold
The shape, the form,
Imagination running wild.
Perhaps it is the fragile type
The poise of a delicate tulip
Beautiful to gaze upon
But not for very long.
And what of the offensive kind
A relationship gone wrong?
The pungent odour of a corpse flower
The deadly grip of a Venus flytrap
That no one wants to have near
Reeking of things past.
Love can be like a flower that blooms
What flower is ours, you ask?....
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Till next time
Calvin
About the Creator
Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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