Love letter # 276

How easily the bluff and bravado of man is undone by the scent of flowers. Flowers on your skin. Petals on your dress. The bloom you send through me. Even all my treasures I would give for this. Even all my fear. For the flower of your sweetness – all the masks are shattered. All the armour too frail. I walk beside you and am nothing but what I am.





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