She floods

           In fellow love I leave this to bow and serve to this bond, every color feeding into its angelic song. I wanted court by my beauty but she never shared a eye so I leered, cautious as I followed her moves.

           A mix of vibrant darkness, reflected off menacing mirrors as I peered into this abyss finding nothing but petals cascading down the smooth casing. Reaching for embrace, the crave for her audience beckons me to the ground as I dug up my heart, nails dirtied with past love.

           Pieces of all fell into her pool of details each one deepening the unique attraction of her person. I fell into this garden rolling in its camouflage, hiding my fire, careful not to upset the balance. But fire is unmanageable and soon I spread, but contained in her arms I laid warm to touch.

            Mine she never wilts, forever growing in the garden, unique in this cesspool of repetition. You've never seen such beauty in its bipolar nature, folding color over color she catches your eye in the dim or in the bright but mine she is and sharing is not of my mind set. With the meaning of love close in mind I follow her veins to the core embracing every sense she begins to flood.

           Planting myself close feeling roots expand and intertwine, sharing in its gift feeling the bond grow. She glowed and I was showered by her light. Every color shining into me giving me the light, happiness of an overwhelming force. At any indication I was a flower but in every situation. You are my pansy.