Flower

I was walking by the sidewalk today
Without a single care in the world
But then I stopped along my way-
By the sight of a flower slightly curled,
Beautiful amongst the silence of day
When there is nothing to steal senses.
Simplicity tickles delightedly if it may-
Bestowing a smile, mitigating defenses.
Enchanted, it shall be mine to keep
Forever to be mine that I may be happy.
Though, if I do come to decide to reap
What gift would it be to the grassy
fields and my flower to be in captivity?
Without the beams of the radiant sun
My flower shall be grey and never happy.
Oh, my wants shall be reason for none!
Love cannot contest the hue of petals.
What is love when it is to kill a love,
And to lay waste the other’s joy withal.
So I shall raise my hand clad in a glove,
With memories of the flower that I had passed
And smile, and never forget knowing
Emotions of love where the flower sat.