You are like these flowers
gentle and wonderful,
colourful and carefully composed,
Standing in front of me
They are the ones I chose.
You are like these flowers,
And the beauty they exude
There in that single moment
Gone and been
In a single life, in a single year.
You are like these flowers
Some are swept, some are frayed
And by gusty winds, by soft rains
Still they found their way,
To arms that will only let them fade.
You are like these flowers,
This one open, this one closed
Indistinguishable as a whole.
I patiently watch, intently listen
And I hear them willing the sun to glow.
And, like these flowers,
That I picked to give to you
For I am poor in money, but rich in soul
You find yourself before me;
Beautiful... but unable to give more.
