Your Beauty
I wait for the flower’s bloom,
Underneath the lonely sky.
I yearn to see it grow,
But dread to see it die.
Its profile captures me,
For its presence is so mere.
Its color dazzled me,
But I’d hate to see it sere.
Have no fear, I’m your friend,
Whom the Master has sent.
To nurture and to care for you,
For your beauty makes me content.
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