If you love the flower it is obtuse
If you love the flower it is obtuse to sever its
If you love the flower it is obtuse to sever its roots.
Ladies and Gentleman I often try to think outside of the box with these one lined poems. Although today I decided to rehash the Indian poem I read when I was 18 A poem I cannot remember the name of nor the poet yet...
I remember his life's story and message...
Summary: His wife died because there was no road to the hospital. So, he spent a lifetime building a road!
And for that matter
He bore it through a flipping mountain!
So, When I say to my Love I will move any mountain
I flipping mean it