~Feelings Purette~

Sour and sweet

The taste of pickled petals;

They're Colorful, sour, and sweet.

Dressed kind, lovingly, and neat,

A white shirt with green leaves.

A green skirt with small waves,

enough to water tasty roots.

Try not to be too hasty,

and savor these yummy treats.

Sour

Even when they are pleasant and delicious,

Some can be quite sour.

I eat them not because of taste,

but to gain something,

a feeling of some sort.

I couldn't care for

A life and mind before,

but now I give it my all

Because I might not see tomorrow.

Sweet

Even when they are puckering and tart,

Some can be quite sweet.

They are often sweet like roses

but filled with love and innocence.

Flowers are something to remember;

There's feelings to cherish very dear.

At least that's what she told me,

and over time she says I'll learn.

Like flower's Mother Nature,

I want to make you always happy.

My everyday and my every rest;

Oh, you must be too tired...

You say

My mistakes are more than

My good doings sake...

So now I must prove my best for you

Since you've given me so much.

Sour

Unlike Mother Nature and her forests,

Your the only one I care for deeply.

Yes, other daisies may be tempting,

But you are someone I won't let go.

You don't have to move or look

Because I will always for you,

And because I love you so

I will not grow weary of you.

For all your faults

and your wrong doings

I will make them right

So you'll be alright.

So don't worry about me,

You'll be satisfied.

As your life is more important.

So do not make haste, Dear,

Because I love you so.

As you do to me.

Sweet

For all I care, I want you to smile.

I want to treat you like you to me.

When you frown I want to

Make you laugh and feel joy again.

Let me tell you this.

My life without yours

Will not be any thing...

I am never tired of the forest

in which you pickled petals.

The taste of sour and sweet

Are always good together.

So do not say that, Mother,

Because I love you so.

As you do to me.