So many. Tight they gather.Let it be me. Let it be Me.
Only a little light for the flowerto make it that kind of portrait.
I'm open to you. Why did you beat me so?
The face in the flower. Am I hidden?The stranger I look not to meet.
Three Agapanthus flowersthat talk of running horses.
When the magnolia grabs the light,all else pales beneath it, and you.
The daisy, head high in the breezecalls for your look. Why ignore me?
Two provided me the chance to find a pose. I took it to see.
It may look a little crazy to be called the rose
I will become crazy, as my rose petals twist, yet crazy began here.
The flower presents delicate, to you,yet, we know the flower is never shy.
The Rose, as I take your colour,no need to hide in the shadows.
The flower waited for you to enter.Look, keep the light low for me.
