You're a flower, my darling.
Let them water you.

You grab the attention of many.
It's something about your essence.

Your beauty shines so bright that even the blind can sense your presence.

Those who cherish you will not tear you away from your roots for their own selfish reasons.

They will admire you from any distance.

They'll let you grow without persistence.

They'll water you with tears; tears of pure joy.

They'll nurture you with smiles as warm as sun light.

Those moments will spread into seeds.

Those seeds will flourish into many little dreams.

Their roots intertwined with yours; making you whole.

You were once a flower, my darling.
Now you're a garden.

Look how beautifully you've grown.

You are what many see but, very few will call home.

There's no love like a honey bee; the only true love of thee.

You are so sweet yet, so bitter to those who don't appreciate your taste.

That's why the one's that understand you, love you.

You are a flower, my darling.

Beautiful and filled with thorns.

Not because you want to but, that's just the way the world was formed.

Just like the honey bee; cute and with a sting.

No one appreciates the things they cannot understand beyond what they see.

But you, my darling.
You have something no amount of money can buy.

But those who take the time will make gold with the love that you provide.

Love is always blind to those who do not see beyond the naked eye.

You're a flower, my darling.

Although you may not be able to fly.

Your essence flows throughout the sky; and in no time many of you will arise.