A solitary flower there proudly stands,
I came close to her and touched her with my hands.
I let out a long sigh, I have never felt that good,
An inexplicable calmness came upon me, never have I felt so soothed.
I came to visit her every single day,
I watered the soil in which her roots lay.
I kept everything around her nice and beautiful,
I took care of her in every way I'm capable.
(Well, at least that was what I had been intending to do)
Though there had been days when the rain poured down,
It left her standing in a pool on the ground.
Sometimes I was able to do something to better things up,
Sometimes I was helpless, the water just came filling back up.
There had also been days when I did saw
Someone doing what I do, maybe even more.
I just turned my head and turned my back,
Sighed and said to myself, "she adores a pack".
Sometimes I got thorned, but it's ok,
It hurt bad but the bleeding will soon stop anyway.
God gave her thorns not so that she can hurt,
But to protect her from whatever harm that lurked.
I never held it against her what she did,
It wasn't her fault, I probed in too deep.
I got to close unmindful of what secrets she had,
I guess I just have to face the good and the bad.
There had been days when she had a brown leaf or two,
I thought to myself "there's something I should do"
But things like that happen... certainly,
So I said to myself, "just let her be".
Sometimes she leaned over to face the sun,
I didn't like how she looked, I wished the sun was gone.
But then I realized, it's a part of her,
A need that to do anything is just to harm her.
That solitary flower, there she stands,
Ever so appealing, I touched her with my hands.
It still felt great, actually even better,
I wish I will never ever have to part with her.
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