I'm sure you know
It takes light and time for a flower to grow
We all have a personal flower
With the strength to surge loving power.
My little flower was left in the corner for years and years
Afraid that one touch'll bring the tears
Let it slowly with away in the cold
All the leaves and petals still at an inward fold.
But then one day
I blew the dust away
Held it gently in the warmth of my hands
Caressed with the softest touch I can.
Cared and loved it til it opened all these different ways
Putting into consideration of what I'd say
Protecting it from all pain and harm
Holding it close and keeping it warm.
Too delicate for one to share
Yet too hard to allow another to care
Trying to share a little here and there
So its an improvement, even if its rare.
