I’d cursed fate, I’d cursed the local gardens,
Where tulips bloomed in perfect patterns
The poppies red, the roses fair,
But not a single one felt rare

I was not pink, I was not bright,
I was the shade, the stem, the slight
No petals danced upon my stem,
I envied those who carried them

I was green—just green—no hue,
No blushing pink, no morning dew
A leaf alone, without a flower,
A half-thing born from root and hour

And so, I was a green leaf, just a part,
A lonely stem, a hollow heart
No pink petals graced my view,
I thought I’d never be whole or new

So I fled the garden, left behind
The pretty stems the world designed
And found a pond, serene, apart,
Where lotus flowers dared to start

That’s where I saw you: pink and warm,
Petals soft, defying norm
But something missing in your grace,
No green leaves wrapped around your base

At first, it scared me, how you fit,
How close we grew, how well we knit
But nature, wise and full of grace,
Had always planned this perfect place

But pink needs green, and green needs pink,
Together we are more than we think
A lotus formed not by one alone,
But leaf and petal, stem and stone

Some flowers don’t sprout all alone,
Some roots must tangle to feel grown
You, pink petals—tender, true
And I, green leaves, built just for you

Together, we are something rare,
A lotus strong in love and care
You, the petals soft and kind,
Me, the leaves that hold and bind