His Intent

He looked into my eyes as if he knew what I been through,
He knew I was a flower that was stepped on repeatedly,
He knew I needed room to grow,
And he knew he carried enough water and nutrients to let it flow through my veins, through to my heart, and into my soul
He knew ways I could blossom and granted me enough energy to stand on my own,
But he knew I was a rare flower that was fragile, whom thought she would never grow,
And yet, he still picked me,
And has now allowed me to stand on my own
From that moment, I knew he was a rare flower too..