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From a Writing Prompt

They all told me to forget about it. That it wasn’t important. But somehow, it wouldn’t leave my mind.
The voices within told me that when I'm done helping you,
You would leave like a cherry blossom petal.

A relationship that would be long forgotten,
The sparks of a firework's explosion that vanishes as quickly as it had appeared.

Yet no.
You've become someone so special to me.
I, who gathered up the courage to voice the murky waters that were my feelings about our relationship, received the answer from you,
Oh flower of mine.

You revealed unto me your beauty,
The blue petals that I could not help but admire.

You say that you are not beautiful at all,
Yet how is it, then, that I each time I look into your eyes that my breath is taken away?

Those who gaze upon the blue flower that is you,
They wish to make you their own.
Yet despite their words, you only allow me to hold you within my embrace.

I, only a feeble and brokenhearted soul who wanders the wastes alone,
Who happened upon you while I journeyed.

Days turned to months and months into years.
1 year passed.
Then two.
Then three.
Then four.
Then only 4 months and 21 days until the 5th.

Oh how my love has not wavered since.
The flame of love had not been some mere flame,
But rather,
Its power could set glass and concrete on fire.

It began with but an ember,
But oh how did it become a flame so wondrous and everlasting.
Indeed, we talked without any idea of the other's appearance was,
Yet sparked a relationship that still goes on for nearly 5 years now.

Perhaps true love may exist or it may not,
All that matters to me,
Is that I am by your side.

You, who accepted me for all that I am,
The good and bad,
This soul that is I could never be so thankful...

Though it may not be much, but I wish to see you,
Oh vibrant blue flower, to grow forevermore.

I, who perhaps may be undeserving of someone like you, wish for the flower that is you to go beyond perhaps even my wildest dreams.

You will not stay a flower forever - nay,
You are destined to become an angel,
For how can someone like you
Be so loving and kind
To someone such as I?

They all told me to forget about it. That it wasn’t important. But somehow, it wouldn’t leave my mind.
As now it is you who dominate my thoughts every single time, oh sweet angel of mine.

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