To a Flower,

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.