Petals draped in hues of passion
Stems have thorns, as is the fashion
It truly smells as sweet
I hold it close
And there is no need to name it
It moves on winds of transformation
And nods its head in affirmation
It truly is unique
I hold it close
And find no need to claim it
Wild in nature and unplanned
Touched with grace by lovers hands
Freedom is its need
I hold it close
And dare not try to change it
--Kaylia M., 33
