On pleasing you

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I don’t try to please you, I
please me not selfish way,
some golden honey still left
in the comb. Altruistic love,
akin to sacrifice I distance,

for when I wither in thirst
great gift I may have later
for you will be lost. I endure
your mournful sigh, seeing
me in wintery silence of
spring meditation, until

the day I dazzle you in lovely
dress in sweet breeze of May.
Now and then, I enjoy
making you smile, like
snow-clad lilac shrub.


© Byung A. Fallgren

 

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