The Lone Flower

A love poem using a flower metaphor

A flower patch grows at the end of the garden

Their beauty and fragrance entice the men

Some are yellow, some are blue

All are pretty in some way, it's true.

When the warm summer days arrive

The garden is so full of life

But one flower stands out above them all

It stands alone, beautiful, strong, tall.

The men come in two's and three's

Just to glance at these petals and leaves

They are enchanted by the lonely flower

It's like magic, it holds the power.

The flower enjoyed these botanic fans

It did not mind their wandering hands

Soon the men started to see

That this flower, is the one for me

Each day they would come to visit

Some bearing gifts which were quite exquisite!

Their love grew stronger each day

Like the flower's stem, in an ironic way.

Soon the hot weather would fade

But the men continued their crusade.

They watered the flower each day and night

Though the petals were no longer bright

Slowly the flower would curl back down

To the home it came from, the ground

The men cry and will it to stay

The flower could no longer live their way.

When the hard winter weather set in

The men stared at where the beauty had been

They often wondered what they did wrong

And why the flower didn't stay for long

They look at the others but they don't compare

To them, this girl was so rare

It hurts that when the weather got rough

This girl decided she had enough

As a young girl, I never understood

How to love, like these men could

And each time when winter arrived

Back into the soil I dived.

Author's Note

Please comment on the rhymes and the context