This is for you my gentle flower <br />whose petals I stole and crushed <br />Leaving you naked and exposed. <br />An act of selish mortal lust. <br /> <br />Those soft scented petals <br />taken without a thought or care <br />Stipped of your enchanting beauty <br />upon a bed of grass you stood bare. <br /> <br />How strange you looked; <br />Like a head without a face. <br />Useless now, the insects moved on <br />Looking for other petals to taste. <br /> <br />Once a delicate dancer <br />now a lonely senseless stem. <br />Outshone by those around you <br />like a ring without its gem. <br /> <br />A month and a full moon or two <br />later, I returned to the place of pillage; <br />There you stood in defiant beauty- <br />The queen of the flowered village. <br /> <br />Sensing your fear and unease <br />I decided to admire from afar <br />This time my sweet little flower <br />I shall watch you like a star.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-flower-whose-petals-i-stole/
