Love
is the thing with pedals
That lay within the
grass,
And show us so much beauty,
And bloom all summer long.
And the brightness of the
colors;
And the elegance of the
shape
That could win the heart of someone
That hurt many
before
I’ve seen them in the
dirt,
And on the
window sill;
Yet, never have I
realized
The
beauty
that could kill.
written myselff...i had to
write the poem for school
so i decided 2 post it
