Of a new pink

she is a blossom of a new pink one that transcends the colour
reaching towards the ripe
while raindrops bomb your petals
to open the crystal egg
and step outside as you
is to unfold it's shell
and transform it inside
what draws me to you ?
it's not beauty
it's sensitivity
allthough aware  of your darkness
your touch ... the finest branch
you refine the tree till deeper patterns
more complex more tender
like a poem that grows
from your very existence .

(written 4th july 2012 in my new room in Gent. As a lovepoem for a girl that used to live across the street)

                                                        below is the first draft (created during a lightning storm with rain)