By Aby Yba
He loves you,
Observe and admire how my great beauty spreads itself
open before your eager eyes. Smell my scent as every second, I lose it.
He loves you not.
Sincerely,
Flower
Yes, the one that you pick up and smell, and cut, and
tie, and display, for all to see, Or give away, or sell for others to drown, for others and for all to see. Do it fast, but
not too fast.
Do it, before I wither.