When I say
You mean the world
To me
I mean
I could pour you in a cup
And raise you to cheers
Or infuse you
In a curry
And enjoy
Your scent
Throughout the house.
If you were a flag,
I’d raise you everyday
And watch you wag in the wind.
I would put you
In a box
And fight off the crowds
Because your beauty
Could inspire riots.
But as it is
Today
I’ll be happy
To hold you in my arms
For a sunrise
Or sunset
Or any hour
In between.
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