A bud which opens ever so gently,
ever so beautiful and lovely.
One who you can give your soul to for care,
never to be betrayed or hurt.
So unlike a rose which causes pain,
with a gentle stem without thorns.
Her words are like sitting under the rain,
many and always ending with a beautiful light.
Her smile like the dew all about,
softening the whole atmosphere around.
Her feelings dazzle those around her,
coming in an array forming a rainbow of joy.
Her spirit ever so hard to shatter,
hidden under the endless layers of pedals which make her.
Her love ever so sweet and gentle,
a decadence as is the pollen from a flower to a bee.
Holly my forever friend,
the one who will always be there,
through rain and sunshine.
The one small flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem