let me contrive and start to compare
your heart to a flower with no time to spare
water and feed it, to live and to grow
like love and attention in which i bestow
some of your petals have dried up and fallen
still honey bees swarm 'round to search for some pollen
i'm sure you'll deny it in adamant style
concealing the wither, disguised in a smile
my urge is to help out and nurture your flower
but your heart considers this loss of all power
and i know that someday you'll wish something started
sad but its true that i will have departed
i'm giving up hope because i have grown tired
of offering nurture that your rose required
By C. Meneses
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