A wondrous time it has been,
Since I chose you my queen
Out of all the flowers I chose you.
Though instead of picking you in haste,
And putting you in a vase
I let you be, no matter how much I wanted to.
For if I did not let you grow,
The new you I would not know.
We would not be what we are today.
You I would have needed to replace,
If I had trapped you in a vase.
Our time together would most certainly have frayed.
Left in the ground you flourished,
Growing and well-nourished,
You saved me, for my heart was starting to harden.
For it is clear to me that though,
A flower you cannot own,
If you’re lucky one will grow in your garden.
About the Creator
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