Not A Flower

 

Not a Flower

 

What Fools are they that say,

Flowers can express!

If Flowers could express,

I would be loved by someone.

If Flowers could express,

I wouldn’t be alone

I love to think,

They have a language of their ow

I know, they don’t.

They say Flowers are divine,

They speak, not when alive,

They cry, not when they die.

      

Speak or don’t,

Fortunate you are,

You rest on Beauty’s curls.

You command on Emperor’s throne.

You sleep under Deity’s care.

You live not in Despair.

Your fortune reaches Zenith,

When You meet Beauty’s petals.

 

Oh how I wish I were a Flower!

But wait,

You can’t Speak, You can’t Express,

You don’t smile on Beauty’s curls,

You don’t feel proud on Emperor’s throne,

You don’t get peace in Deity’s care.

 

I won’t be a Flower, I cannot Love.

I won’t be a Flower, I cannot Express.