The Tulips Aren't Mine Poem by Charnen Postrano

I love tulips, yes, I do. I love the scent of the flower everytime it touches my nose.
But everytime I try to hold one I bleed and I don't even know why.
It's just so sad to think that it can hurt me badly, even if the flower doesn't have any thorns that I could prick.
The soft stem of the tulip is hurting me and I don't know why.
Maybe because the tulips aren't mine; the tulips will never be mine,

I'll just keep on staring at the tulips from afar with deep connection;
The tulips can't be mine and it hurts because I love tulips.
I love how the different colors of tulips represent my emotion everytime I gaze at one.
Should I accept the fact that I will never have tulip in my life?
I love tulip, yes, I do. But you aren't mine.