November 17, 2010
By Anonymous

I remember the first time I saw him
Listening to the sunset
I could not hear

He asked me to draw
I told him I didn't
But I drew for him anyway

He was trying to find himself
And see the world
But he missed his flower

He told me of silly grown-ups
And the only one that made sense
I realized I was of the silly variety

He told me of animals
A fox who taught him a valuable lesson
A snake who reassured him

He showed me how to think like a child
To stop and smell the roses
And to love them

(But only if
You wish to have your heart
Stolen forever)

He left me
Left to return to his flower
But I miss him terribly

He tamed me
The stars laugh and cry for me
And I remember.

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