I’m like a flower in the snow; invisible not ready to show the true me.
The beauty and innocence is well hidden.
I’m like a flower in the rain; not invisible but fighting who I truly am.
Unable to make up my mind,
I still don’t want you to know the true me.
I’m like a flower in the wind; delicate and still able to hold my ground.
I’m almost ready to let you in, but I still have fear.
With your love I’m like a flower in the sun. Showering you with my pure innocence and the truth.
You know you cant pick me, so admire me from afar; forever more.
Incredible! ! I found myself reading this like a short story... with a gradual increase of excitement as each stanza passed before my eyes. You wrote the last stanza perfectly and successfully reflected the theme of the poem. Each comparison, each 'stage' of the flower was beautiful and the message was clear. And it's true, we all have our seasons, but for us flowers we just can't help but flourish in the heat. I would have given you a ten had I been able. I guess favouriting will have to do!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I relly like this one. It gives a short mini story in it as you read and pulls you into it. I couldn't wait to read it again after I had finished it. YAY! HARLEY! ! ! ! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥