Her flower

poem i wrote for my friend for her English class

Sitting in her garden she thought of her love for him, which she compared it to a flower, helplessly trying to grow. She would nurture and care for it no matter the circumstance. She wished for the chance to see him bloom into the wondrous man she knew he was. But alas just like every season, the flower would start to die. So much in common as to her trying to prolong the end of her love. How woeful it was of her to just one day give up. The poor little flower, devastated, bid he one last farewell, heart breaking like the smashing of a glass frame. Yes the flower brought back unnecessary memories that should be trapped within the confinements of her heart. How dreadful it is for her to have to see someone else let HER precious flower bloom. She can only wait until the last petal falls