I always wished I was a pretty as the flowers that pass you by,
But even if I was a flower
You wouldn't even spare me a glance.
I can never be the dandelion you hold in your hands,
Nor can I be the tulips that's near your lips
And you'll never look at me so intensely like those lovely lilacs you stare at.
Because I am simply not the one your heart desires.
Even if all my leaves wilt, you'll never water me with your love.
But my dear I'll stay right here
And bloom, bloom as if you'll finally pick me.
Yes. You'll bloom in your own way
But I will never pick u
Regardless of how you magnificently bloom
I would still choose the lilies, lilacs and tulips beside you
I will never pick you. Never.
I will never pick you, because I don't want your roots to be ruined
I will never pick you, cause I don't want you to stop from growing
I don't want to pick you just for me to fall in with love you
Because, I love you, that's why I chose you
To grow in my ray of sunshine,
by my presence through the wind.
For I am the gardener who doesn't want you to be pick
Because if ever I did , how will I water you with my love with creativity?
That's why I will not pick you, not because I can't
But because I wanna grow old you and never let you wilt.
I sent a poem to my friend and she responded with a poem as well!! Thanks Samantha Jane. Santos!