Let me tell you about a poem that I have written
but never outside my mind

She's the most beautiful girl and I would have loved
to take her with me like a paradise flower in the garden
that you would like to take with you home
where you would nurture it and see to it with love
until death would do you part

But the thing is that this wonderful flower belongs to another
and I could never  let her read my poem
and cause her to lose her innocence that makes me feel like
I am in heaven even on a rainy day

She is the perfect innocence so I will just have to
keep the poem  in my mind
as a perfect smell of a perfect flower

and a dream that lies
in its birth canal
like an untouched virgin