The Flower Watchers
A tender flower grows somewhere in the world ...
each day..she streches toward the Sun..
bringing a smile to all..who happen to look upon her
with Faith...of another tommorow
of your soft tenderness
They are in awe of your Beauty and marvel
at the creation of the Lord...
Grow my sweet flower..for you are Special..
Someday... one will pluck you...
because he... will want you for his own ..
and will then deprive the world
of what the Lord has given us ..
You will find your way... in the world ..
and understand that your life is special
and we the flower watchers... will not notice
because we will have moved on
to the next flower..
All but me .. my flower ..
for you will always be in my heart ..
and the memories of what
we experienced will never be another's..
but a special moment known.... only between us