Such a tiny flower!
I wanted to pluck you up
marvel at your compact wonder
place you on my fingertip
but,
I want to see you grow,
not in my world,
but your own.
I want to love you as tall as you stand,
not cut by my hand.
I love you for what you are,
not as a trinket or a token.
I love you more than the ground can hold
I love you more than metaphors
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