The Orange Flower
As I walk a pathway I often take
I see a lovely familiar sight
Not a human being at all
It’s a flower glowing orange and bright
The stem is bent, a few petals dead
It so much reminds of young love
I wish I knew then what I now know
About that emotion I felt a long time ago
I knew this young woman pretty as anything could be
And I loved her and she loved me
Just the thought of her sent my soul flying free
But we were too young, and it was not meant to be
As I look down on this orange miracle
I wish I could give it sentient life
I wonder if I will meet a person just as beautiful
Who I could take to be my wife
Dwelling on the past will often bring
Thoughts of how she was to me just a thing
A flower that I wanted in a vase
To wither and to die for no real cause
Love doesn’t come around that much
And it is hard to make it grow
I wish so much I could revive this flower
In some small way make up for long ago
It would be nice to take this flower’s beauty
Act like plucking it was my duty
But in fact true love never works that way
Or at least that’s what the lovers say
You should not try to possess a living thing
Let it free, let it dance and sing
So many times I wanted to go back
Switch unto another tack
And so this flower lives and I walk on by
And day by day it fades away
I just have to let it live out it’s natural life
And try to keep away
June 9, 2014
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