by Jared Hooper

Created on: May 03, 2010

From the containments of a flower shop,

I search for a flower,

but not just any flower:

a flower for her.

But what flower, I ask,

might she like?

and what flower is the flower for her?

Forever I searched the shop,

and I found naught.

I left behind the store

that was empty of what I had been searching for,

and walked back home,

my head dropped low.

What might she think? I asked.

Would she be sad?

Could she possibly forgive?

What kind of man am I?

My head stayed low until at last I saw it:

a single daisy.

Its petals shone rays of white from its source of gold,

perfect for representing her:

the guiding light of my life;

the guiding light that was my love;

a love that was only natural

had been incarnated not as a man-grown bouquet

but a single natural flower.

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