wordlings

my flower

hello there,
i know you.

the wonderfully quirky one, with eyes that anyone could get lost in,
with that smile, oh the smile (show it to me once more, please),
of course i know you.
with the heart of cracked ceramic, molded back together with gold,
the soul of wild flowers and Michealangelo's paintings,
i'm sure i know you.

but what's wrong?
has the world sat on you again?
stupid world, forgetting that he weighs so much.
let me help you up, take my hand.
sweet flower, you are so strong;
winds from the north, and blizzards from the east,
have all tried to pull off your roots.
but you didn't budge.
so strong, my dear flower.

chin up, flower.
your heart is sad today, but you'll be okay tomorrow.
spread your little petals, they are marked perfectly.
look up flower, you're not alone.
no one knows you better, than your gardener.
he loves you.
you should love you too.