I saw a young girl today,
probably about twelve
and budding with all the curiosities of life-
but not quite sure which flower
to bloom
I know, I've been there...
With lily-white petals
as fragile as time,
heart humming
like a daisy
beneath the dandelion lavaliere
pressing carelessly against my golden flame
that flickered wildly
in all it's awkward allure
it soon doused all shoots
of maturing
a proper floret
perhaps she won't be so dithering
and her blossoms
will bear completeness
or sprout little dreams
of roses
