If I sent you a white gardenia,
What would you think?
What would you say?

Would you understand its complex beauty
or simply cast it aside as pretty?

Would you feel it’s white soul
or simply touch it and go?

Would you inhale it’s eccentric scent
or simply wave it off as nice?

Would you be compelled to look beyond what you see
or simply close your eyes to all comprehension and of what could never be?

Would you understand what I’m trying to say
or would you at a loss of words and never in tune with my thoughts?

Would you be able to see it with flawless perfection and laugh at the height of its irony
or would you stop marveling it as the seconds of the clock go by?

Would you promise to take care of the lovely white gardenia which was bestowed to you with such love
or would you simply leave it in the corner of your house,
in the corner of your heart?

Because it’s not just a white gardenia,
But my heart.