you are that tiny
bud, the one about
to bloom.
the one that seems
to be singing
a song
that only I can
hear.
And bees and
birds and
ladybugs
[forget me nots]
nothing can resist you
[here]

But I simply
could not pick you.
Could not take you
from the vine.
Couldn't take you in
my hands
and squeeze and
hold you
all the time.

I couldn't destroy
you
flower
in such a
selfish manner.

you are that tiny
bud
[to watch you]
bloom.