The flower that was never mine

The prettiest in the garden, she blooms facing the sky

She did have many suitors, one of whom was I

There was Sunlight who would sparkle the dew drops on her

cheeks

There was Breeze who would tickle her to a fit of laughter that

she seeks

And oh the Bee! The cunning romantic of us all

He would kiss her in coy and make her blush red!

And there I was, mere me with nothing special to offer

The one who waters her twice a day, now that being said

Was I being unreasonable for wanting her all for my own

For I thought that she bloomed for me or was I just overgrown?

Though I want her to be mine, I want her to be happy even

She smiles best while in the garden, than being within the

walls of four

Love has set me straight with nothing much to whine

How folly of me to ever think that she was just mine!