Tuesday, 21 February 2012

My door is ajar

You come to me or not, you know
But I'm there swinging in the air.
Sparkling my glowing colours.
A beauty in the garden, a flower I am you know.

Have got aroma spreading around
Attracting many to my round
As air kisses, become I strings of violin, you know.

You come or not you know, but I have got pollen
Solely for you in my anther of stamen.
Made for you, solely for you
Sad you don't come by, you know.

Despite you love will be there
Solely for you, know, my door is ajar.

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