If I were a poem,
I settle with the rose petals in
the pages of your favorite book.
I flow in your hair daintily with
the every length of your curls.
I steal all your worries like the rain,
Imbibe all your grief that you label as pain.

If I were a poem,
Sit gracefully on your lips feel the seven
Shades of scarlet.
I flutter and dance over the warm breeze,
Fly too close to the sun and dazzled by...