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I loved Smilax. Smilax did not love me. I am a crocus. I wait.
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Crocus was a youth who loved Smilax but was not loved in return. He's been transformed into the crocus flower, blooming early in spring, still waiting for love, still hoping, still beautiful in his unrequited devotion.
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He's blooming in the snow, looking for Smilax, beautiful and alone.
I am a crocus, blooming in the snow, my petals a soft purple against the white.
I wait for you, Smilax, though you may never come.
My heart is open, my bloom is ready, and I hope, against all odds, that you will see me.
Will you let me bloom for you, or will I remain alone in the cold?