The leaves at the ends of its branches
Turn many colors mimicking flowers
Products of the sun overcoming the soil
While the true flowers stay hidden
Almost insignificant among the foliage
But if you pull back the covers
Then you see their Venus sleeping
Naked in her marble flesh
Awaiting her many broken lovers
Bees who come to suck her blood
From wounds that time has made
But only one will wake her
Arriving regal from the future
I know he will be true as you
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