The Perfect Rose

A shining flower,
in a bed of weeds.
You were waiting to bloom,
it was your heart that was seen.
So much to give, never asking,
full of passion and love,
your spirit, breathtaking.
Shining so bright,
it lit my whole world,
just to look into your eyes,
your soul I wish to hold.
Lovely flowers such as you,
need watered day by day.
And fate does not deliver,
with my heart I had to pay.
I should be a better gardener,
this much I surely see,
because flowers such as you,
do not come to men like me.