Her Crimson Truth
Field in every direction
As far as eyes can see
Another day drifting
‘Cross an endless dandelion sea.
Each dandelion unique,
Yet somehow all the same -
Flowers countless, yet none
Whisper my name.
But this day was unlike
All those that came before -
A lone rose like a beacon,
Upon the dandelion shore.
Velvet lips of crimson flame
Above the golden sprawl -
The more deeply I knew the rose,
The more I longed to know it all.
I run my fingers gently
Over her fragrant stem
Noticing each thorn
Brush against my skin.
Those little imperfections
Reveal a subtler truth -
Her every thorn and petal spoke:
I’m the one for you.
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