FOR YOU

For you my dear I’d lose my petals
stamped between your pages
what use are they to me?
I don’t need birds or bees

For you my dear I’ll count my blessings
something for my tendrils
in case of rain or drought
unwavering throughout

For you I’d bend my stems
away from the sun
but the one
thing I’ll ask of you is:
please don’t uproot me

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