The Right Flower

To pick the right flower

Amongst the many growing in the garden.

So many colors and smells alluring me

Soft petals, white daisies and prim roses

Brightly tempting me with their petals

Dazzling blues and yellows

Light that bounces, lovely radiance.


I have picked several so far

and I have nothing to show for it

but the marks of many thorns.

The quiet pain that fills my heart

When yet another, has already been picked.


I long for the moment

When my flower appears.

A single Rose,

The perfect flower,

To fulfill my need for

Something special.


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