Poems Not For You

A fresh bouquet of word and rhyme Floral adjectives seek time To hopefully be read by you That's why I write them, morning dew On the grass so cool and fresh When you wake up a coffee press Of poetry to start your day Do you still smile? Do you say This man is crazy, but he's real I know his love is not just feel? My heart exposed for you to read To treasure what's been grown from seed That planted several years ago All from a dream, gestation slow But now the flowers in full bloom Want to brighten up your room And though there's nothing we can do As long as you know that they're true Not for you, would you concur? Of course they are, they always were