• MY FLOWER  by Sidney Francis
  • I used to walk among the flowers, In the June and April showers
  • As I gazed at the vast selection, I was pointed in your direction
  • There were roses, buttercups, forget-me-nots, and Johnny jump-ups
  • The morning glories and carnations, Added to this floral sensation
  • But as I saw them all around me, Only one could astound me
  • One I had not seen before, Caught my sight and interest more
  • This flower had a brilliant smell, It's fragrance I thought I knew so well
  • The aroma; Oh so incredibly sweet, Filled my body with a pleasurable heat
  • Its beauty I could not explain, It made the others look so plain
  • Its petals made as soft as silk, Its color, creamy, white as milk
  • Not a single petal torn, Its stalk was slender and bore no thorns
  • Unlike the others who, in some way, Rudely warned me to keep away
  • Although this flower seemed too good For me to pick, I thought I should
  • But as I went to set it free, You reached out and you picked me
  • Now we both had picked each other, And I am glad I picked no other
  • I may have looked at all the rest, But above all you're the best!
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