This bright glowing flower

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This is my love for you:
this bright, glowing flower
with the dark colors and the glimmers of shining gold,
plucked and carried in
a buttonhole, a wallet, behind an ear.

This is my love for you,
this errant, sparkling butterfly
sailing into buffets of breath, of wind, and fluttering
drunkenly,
happily
around you.

Fear not — for
even after the last flower dies,
seeds have been sown, and they will
stay forever, taking root
in all the places you have forgotten.

Fear not for the butterfly —
caught by rain or forced away by wind or
eaten by some giant grawking bird
(chomp CHOMP!) —
for the memories will always remain
no matter where you hide them…
under your arm
tucked in a pocket
or stashed in the toe of your shoe
(but if you could please trim your toenails)