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I want to watch wisteria grow...
“Your body is a gift from God and you must honour that gift,”
— Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009
If I could choose a flower that matches you I would chose the rose.
Sacrifice
Oh sweet, sweet sacrifice
I suffocate in honey
For you
“Sad-looking women in old fashioned dresses, and roses that cry.”
— Sandra Cisneros, from The House on Mango Street: Stories; “Elenita, Cards, Palm, Water,”
You're like Peter Pan, always flying high with your lost boys
I am like Arielle wishing to be in another world
When we're together our universes collide
Why I love You
It's not the colour of your eyes,
it's their sprinkle
when you smile.
It's not the perfect shade of red
which makes me wanna kiss your lips so bad,
it's the way they calm me down,
When I am mad.
It's not your body covered in the newest clothes of our time,
it's the magic how it always find the spot next to mine.
It's not your ripped jeans,
it's the scar on your cheek
that makes you so perfectly incomplete.
I still have a portal to another world.
It's behind the bookshelves, surrounded by my four walls.
If I’d have to choose a flower for you,
I’d choose the rose,
because she is beautiful with fragile petals, but she stands strong And only the most sensual persons are able to truely touch her. She’s like you.
Some people are like amethyst.
Others only see their beauty when they are broken.
Come on, let’s leave the dark behind and be welcomed by all the light.
Yoko Ono, YOKO ONO Lumière de L’aube , musee d'art contemporain Lyon
You were my sun.
My whole life circulated around you. You made all the flowers in my heart grow. Your light reflected.
You made me shine.
Kurraudea