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.
