Ode to Flowers

Ode to Flowers

As I walk through the flower garden
All that I see
are pretty flowers
My orbs are filled
Beautiful colors, scents abound
wildly
My heart swells
The ones most beautiful
I pick to hold close to me
and crush to my breast
to feel my heart
to hear the songs of my soul
You my darling are that Flower
Should you find one sweeter
I will become sweeter still

The only green is the stem
Which rests the petal
plucked like my heart string
To say “she loves me not”
I may die with envy
of the petal chosen
I may bloom forever
to hear her say
“she loves me!”
I will then be
and remain
The Sweetest Ever…

Asta Dido