should you be a flower,
i will find you among
lilacs and lilies,
growing as bramble and beauty
between the orange blossom and
the aristocracy of the rose,
a buttercup your friend and
the iris your companion,
and i, a bee unto your pollen,
will tread the stairs to heaven,
trace your winding,
graceful stem,
behold the ground below and
breathe the heights to which you brought me,
i will place my nose among your petals
to gain your sweet and nectar scent
i will drink the dew that lines your blossom,
take mementos to remember you in flight.
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