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						The Snapdragon
				With you I'm completely at ease, relaxed to the point of submission, your infatuated slave if you asked, but you'd never.  Meeting you was no chance encounter of love worn minds.  We both bear the well intentioned purple patches of heartbreak, our emotional bruises.  So while I'd shrink away from chance contact with others lest it prove destructively fruitful, I won't be that Violet with you.  I wasn't born to be your glacial Violet. My mind blanks to past and future, prioritising the dreamlike present because nothing else holds slightest significance.  Not now that I've discovered the treasure of you and that my jewelled scabbard is bound to me.  While the sculpted glittering frame heralded the first, the passionate superficial attraction-it's the fact that our crystal spheres see each other that astounds.  I see you and the talent you have brimming inside you, about to explode.  You're like an H-bomb, slightest touch sets you off and when you do-become omnipotent, affecting everyone around you, seduction by suffocation.  And they'll never be the same for knowing you.  Looking back at the time before I did, truly did know you-not just of you or superficially.  But actually understood your hopes, endearingly sincere youthful ambitions, deepest desires and surprising secrets.  Understood the person behind the skin deep, shared, public facade.  Before then, the world seemed such an infinite expanse of routine monotonous photocopy.  Everyone following the same routine in life: school-degree-9 to 5 job-retirement (if they're lucky)-death.  With the same painful monotony repeated everyday-the beautifully symmetrical office job.  Extinct individuality, every person a photocopy of each other, as worthless as the paper... Then, there you were, like a psychotropic drug you disorganised my mind.  Turning my perspective upside down topsy-turvey as you screwed with my conventions.  Now I see a different life through the holes in my rose tinted lenses you burned with your love's laser beam.  One where anything's possible if you'll only try; any fantasy, whim or unbelievable destiny is within the smallest infant's grasp.  Where the sky is always that idyllic shade of blue that suggests some infinite mystery lies behind.  Some greater purpose to this life.  But in finding you, I think I know mine.  You spontaneously evoke inexplicably innate, unexpectedly extroverted things in me, the Snapdragon.  I was born to be your fiery Snapdragon.