Purple not blue

Beware the hue

And shape of what you picked

Every flower is different.

Loti hold peace and serenity

While tall and blue as to not forget me

And while Roses are nice

But I’m afraid violets are my vice.

For if I gave you grass

I may as well give you a stem

And if I could sing

I’d sing you a hymn

But I’ve never met you

So how could I describe how perfect your eyes are shaped

And how the color adds more?

How your lips taste and

How I’ll need more?

How could I compare my love to a celestial body

if I have no love to compare them modestly?

And while I know you exist somewhere, my love

Whether hell bent or heaven sent from above.

Know I will adore you

And I implore you to do the same

No shame

I want to kiss your chest whether hairy or bare

With fingers in my hair

Pull and noise will escape me

May your nails dig into and scrape me

Show me the eyes I will adore

So I know you will want more,

I will ask with 'pleases' and question marks

I will beg not to depart.

I will want to please you,

To tease you,

Scrape my knees

and bleed for you.

But I want you to want me too.

So yes,

Violets

Purple not blue

For the girl

To not bid adieu

And I will wonder

If she is a novice to Sappho too.