Too Soon — A Love Poem

Roses Dipped in Thorns

Maybe one day I’ll become a florist.

Too soon.

Maybe one day i’ll learn how to grow a flower.

That’s powerful.

Maybe one day I’ll treat relationships like delicate daisies.

Maybe not.

Maybe my flesh will boil.

Most likely unlikely.

Most likely unlike me.

I like you.

Maybe our like will turn into love.

My love for you is like a pretzel.

Press your flesh against my face.

I got a flower for you.

The florist handed me a rose

dipped in thorns.

See — because my love for you is like a pretzel

I love you

maybe too much

too soon.

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