There is something to be said for flowers,
Certain blooms and their stories make me think of you, of us..
Sunflowers and the way their blooms follow the sun,
Remind me of your voice and the way I can follow it in a dark room,
The moonflower and the way they open at night, too shy to share their beauty during the day,
In the safety of night allowing their guard down, how in the blanket of night both our guards are let down to reveal our truths,
The Koki'o which was thought once extinct, now with patience and gentle love is being replenished,
As the love you thought would never touch you again, I see singe you in your fight not to fall,
With every hundred flowers, I could think of, find, define and relate some similie, some haiku and a hundred ways to make them about you,
The one I find most intriguing, most beautiful, most like you is the Ghost Orchid,
It can lay in wait for 20 years, waiting for the opportune moment, ideal conditions to live it's life and share it's beauty with the world,
My Ghost Orchid, I've waited all these years, and here I am 25 years, feeling myself stir, grow, change in all the best ways.
A new beginning as I watch changes in you, growth and blooming, and as I sit patiently and smile to myself, watching you bloom I'm reminded of how you were so worth the wait.
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