• the curve is nothing short of perfect,
    each petal fitting,
    the puzzle perfect,
    never failing,

    as is only suiting,
    for the beauty of the beauty,
    the love of the love,
    the flower who shall never be
    unknown.

    The petals flowing,
    never seeming to end,
    for how can a circle end?

    the life of the old,
    feeds the new,
    as the new must grow old,
    as the cycle must never stop.

    Valentines day arises,
    christmas time comes,
    birthdays
    and anniversaries pass,
    and never shall there be,
    a girl who is loved,

    without a red blossom,
    to love and to cherish,
    as they love and cherish,
    the one,
    who gave it to them