Magnolia, delicate, debonair,
and dressed in shades of pink, white, and green.
Like a blushing bride, so fragrant, fair
and fragile, a very feminine queen.
You’re timeless and beautiful beyond words.
Others stand in awe, yet you do not see.
To think that you don’t know would be absurd
surely, you are aware of your own beauty
Let me tell you, Magnolia, one truth:
one day, you will grow out of that allure,
your petals will fall, and you’ll lose your youth.
A love for yourself, now, should be procured
For once it is gone, it will not return.
What once was should not be a flower’s concern.