To a Flower,
Beauty within distance, untouchable,
I am. Alone. Unwanted. Without Hope
or Comfort. I wish to be Loveable,
And be Loved by you, unfixed from the rope.
The flower I had seen beyond reach, remains,
Fluttering in the wind in its own dance.
Without care of the breeze it still maintains
Its fair stance to be without, Romance.
Here I sit and stare at the world around,
Ponder myself, "How I may learn to find
My own flower too? Where should it be found?"
I open my soul and see beyond mind.
My fear to fall down with horrid disgrace.
I wish you would see how I could embrace.
