If you are the flower,
Then I wish to stand next to you;
Bask in your beauty and admire your intricacies.
You are the only flower in the field;
An undocumented species that is rarer than any precious metal.
Grass is what I walk on to get to you,
A mountain of green I have climbed to get to you.
I have been walking on grass my whole life,
Now the grass fades to black
A monotonous sea of lacklustre uniformity.
You are anything but this:
I open my eyes wide and I only see your flower.
Grass is the backdrop that allows you to thrive,
Grass is the tone that allows me to see only you.
Grass serves no purpose other than to illuminate your soft petals,
To reflect love and light off of your stem,
A pedestal created by the grass of drab and dreary,
You are the only flower I see.
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