I feel like a dying flower withering in the sun until my
leaves and stem come undone.
I’m losing my strength, will, and power in waiting of a
love shower.
My soul is like a steam is that is weak, fading and
feeling bleak.
I slowly waste away day by day, I wait for love to
rescue me so I can stay.
My petals and leaves begin to droop, I wait and wait
in a constant loop.
What can save a dying flower? Love, nurturing,
understanding, making my roots grow stronger and
freestanding.
Love is a fertilizer making me stronger,
strengthening my stem, and roots, making me last
longer.
Who saved this dying flower? A kind man with
nothing but love and kindness to show,
and turned this dying flower into a beautiful plant
that had room to grow.
Her bloom is in waiting for the world to bestow.