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His petals released sounds,

That even made Mother Nature,

Astonished at his beauty,

And the softness of his flesh.

He wore a crown of love,

And a golden draped heart,

And in the genesis of it all,

Was where he'd begin.

For he knew his cherry blossoms,

Spoke no truer words,

Showcased the difference,

Between love and lust.

The wind spoke his name,

So naturally as,

Hearts gravitated to him,

As if they must.

And in the garden as I walk,

I know these words are true.

For every time I see the blossoms,

All I see is you.

© Lightning_Stryker 2018