A hundred flowers must breathe <br />In your body's breath, <br />And a dozen angels grieve <br />Because their soul's been cleft. <br /> <br />God must have broken paradise, <br />In bringing you to me; <br />And never once thought of the price <br />Once your wings were freed. <br /> <br />He put the seashore in your breast, <br />With ocean's rhythms beating there, <br />And in pale rays of moon, he dressed <br />The highlights of your eyes and hair. <br /> <br />Your face he molded from a shell, <br />And your teeth, from dainty pearls. <br />In your voice he hid the bell, <br />And satin in your skin, he purled. <br /> <br />So all the world could see his care <br />He finished you; a work of art: <br />So that no man might ever dare <br />To break that gently beating heart.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hundred-flowers-must-breathe/
