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Goldenrod
Your nectar endears and draws me nearer,
My heart ready to melt like butter
As I see our reflection in the mirror –
Inconsistency, wings aflutter –
Colored as you are like a sun-kissed glow,
Colored as I am like honey on snow.
You whose presence renders me still
Leave me your servant, here to stay,
Make me await the possible thrill
With delayed arrival…someday.
Satisfied I’d be but for this allergy
To render me a sudden absentee.
Your nature, you see, is cause enough to flee,
Making a terrible liar out of me.
