He has gently worked the soil and planted the seed
He nourishes his prize with his primal refreshment and encouraging words of beauty
Watching her grow before him, slowly becoming full
Her delicate petals enveloping her mysterious core
He revels in her beauty and prunes her sensually,
fluttering her sensations and evoking her openness
As she comes to full bloom he drinks in her sweet scent
Forging this memory forever in his mind
Never plucking her beauty or allowing her to wither in sorrow or neglect
He tends to her each day-
warming and nurturing her
so that he may bask in her beauty and aroma forever more.
**Precious
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