A Flower For You

A flower for you, but what’s the right type?

I used to think you liked daisies, but perhaps I’m not right.

I could pluck you a lily, or even my favorite white rose,

But in the end, it matters not, for I may never know.

Remember the summer nights, when the breezes were warm?

And I’d drive to your house, whether clear weather or storm.

When I’d catch that first glimpse of your face so lovely and sweet,

It seemed we had two hearts that couldn’t wait til morning to meet.

I knew not what to bring, other than myself.

So I’d always come with a flower, you could set on your shelf.

That way when I left, when the sun came about-

You’d have something to remember the nights we snuck out.

Perhaps I made a mistake when picking what kind,

A fool I have been, acting so blind.

I should have brought a carnation, or better yet a forget-me-not,

So in your heart I’d remain, even when the petals would rot.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: