petal
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Your lips
– Gateway to your heart –
So thin, so pink, so tender,
Like rose petals;
Wet are they not with dew
But with nectar,
The eternal and the sweetest amrita.
You treat me as a flower
From the side of the road
With its own pure beauty
You can’t let go
You hold me in your arms
Staring
Wondering
What I’ve been through
Staring
Wondering
