FRAGILE

A flower is always lovely And love is naught if not flowerlike; Fragile and easily broken

Petals as thin and soft as a baby’s face Are torn by nature And bruised by admiring fingers

Love is naught but flowerlike; Withering and dying If picked too soon

A stem as hollow as a broken heart Is ripped by those who only look to use and not to love

Love is naught but flowerlike; Shriveling up if the sun does not reciprocate A one sided love, A one sided need, Overshadowed by the surrounding trees

Love is naught but flowerlike; Too fragile for you And too unknown for me