Blooming Pink
Love in bloom,
as spring arrives —
head over heels
with rose-filled vision.
New flame,
puppy love,
butterflies flutter
and tickle my ribs.
A flower-field floods
my foolish head —
my heart skips
at your almost-touch.
It must be
written in the stars.
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