(no subject)

my love for you
is a small tree
that sprouts up
from my shoulders
if you love it
then you love me
let's help it
to grow older
the fruits it blooms
will taste as sweet
as you will choose
to hold her
but this all stems
from a small seed
let's keep it from
growing colder

(no subject)

a robot princess
from scraps and scratch
inside my heart dwells
built by hand,
she meets all demand,
her absence seems like hell

her design meets
such a rubric
I simply don't understand
my self I can't sell
so it seems just and well
that she would hold my hand