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答え。。。 July 11, 2008

Posted by engelene in Eng, Life.
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Flower

Last night, I saw a boy talking with a white rose.
Can I have you?
But to no avail,

The white rose is just a flower.

A flower needs to be attached to its stem
then to its trunk
then to its roots
deep down the rich, brown earth.
Not too lose,
not too tight.
Just enough
for nourishment to reach deep
for the flower
to persist.

I really like you.
You are so pretty.

But the flower is still a blossoming flower.
For a while,
for a little while…
it will bloom
into a flower, worthy of being held.

I want you to have me.
But you are special.
So special… I can’t have you have me like this.
Right now.
Not yet.

In time,
I really hope you’ll have me.
(The white rose will become THE flower.)
Please pick me
off my stem
off the trunk
off the roots that held me for so long.
Please have me.
And even for a while that I will be with you,
even for a while that I’m worthy of being owned,
please let me make you happy.
No.
Happiest.

Because I like you too.

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