Like a curious child
Wondering around alone
You happened upon a flower
Nothing too special
But something intriguing
It's colors bright
In a way most aren't
You with your red hair
And numerous freckles
Feeling awe like that
A universe might cause
You squeeze in closer
For a better look
Decisions, decisions
And then you decide
Gently you pinch it's stem
And then lightly pull
Holding it near
Next to your heart
You slowly study
The number of peddles
After a time of breathing
And patiently wishing
You begin to take
Every precious tip
One by one
Carefully removing each
With the first one
You quietly recite
"Loves me"
Then the next
"Loves me not"
Alternating back and forth
Until all peddles are gone
Fallen to the ground
All but the last
With which you press
Softly to your cheek
"Loves me"
And then it was born
A small relationship
Becoming a bud
Now you lay back
Completely enjoying
Watching it blossom
Into something
Big and compellingly wondrous
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