If Poems Were Fleurs If poems were fleurs I'd bring you one every single day! I'd assemble them most graciously, as if they were mine to give away. I'd conceal the fact that such a knack was imbued me from above [it was divine]. If poems were fleurs I'd grow them wild for you and pick them off the vine! If poems were fleurs I'd write some that'd tickle and please your ears. I'd write for you a special one to theme your days, weeks, months and years! I'd make a fleur to suite your mood [but not so much that you'd feel swo0od]. I'd make them a refined delicacy that'd commune your soul like heavenly food. If poems were fleurs I'd give to you some to read each night while youâ€™re curled-up on your bed. I'd write for you a lulling piece to ease your mind; please your thoughts; take away the day's dread. I'd give you a collection of delight for your selection each night, so you'd feel fine... If poems were fleurs I'd grow them wild for you and pick them off the vine!
(T.B.C.) (seeking a muse)
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