A Hundred Flowers Must Breathe
P Patti Masterman
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A hundred flowers must breathe
In your body's breath,
And a dozen angels grieve
Because their soul's been cleft.
God must have broken paradise,
In bringing you to me;
And never once thought of the price
Once your wings were freed.
He put the seashore in your breast,
With ocean's rhythms beating there,
And in pale rays of moon, he dressed
The highlights of your eyes and hair.
Your face he molded from a shell,
And your teeth, from dainty pearls.
In your voice he hid the bell,
And satin in your skin, he purled.
So all the world could see his care
He finished you; a work of art:
So that no man might ever dare
To break that gently beating heart.
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