It started with the rain
it trickled through the mud
fell over the green field
and on the yellow bud
the sunflowers smiled at him
he could feel his heart race
it flew out of his heart
on to the flower's pretty face
word after word, it rushed
his ode to this piece of heaven
in it, he left his soul
his gift to the children of men
she pored over the prose
blood pumping through her veins
she could not have resisted
that sweet yet perfect pain
she said "come to me,
my love, i'll ravish you tonight."
with one swift gesture
he was hers for life.
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