AN: found two cool poems of mine in my dresser last night. I think I thought they sucked when I wrote them, but now I really like them. Here's the first one.

Can your cherry trees

Bring out the rose in me

The sunflower built within walls of escape.

Can your kiss taste away all my faults?

Take my hand in a river of ecstasy

Tell me I'm the one

I'm your rose without a home.

I take shelter in the thought you care.