He took her for a flower
assumed his touch would
Wilt her.
Her petals would fall with his gaze
colours turning from red to
brown.
He thought his words, his plucking
of every individual leaf
would leave her a stem with no substance.
Little did he know the leaves left way
for her thorns to mature
thickening the stem,
and the petals she once lost,
Started to flourish in colours unseen…
