Flower
You were the only flower,
amidst my life’s bouquet,
I always will remember,
the one I’d like to stay.
Familiar as a friend,
comfortable and caring too,
we danced so many times,
your beauty was always new.
Though others found a place,
or stopped along the way,
there’s nothing left to hold,
they’re lost to yesterday.
Why it took us so long,
to find each other when,
you were always close by me,
as I’d see you once again.
You were the only flower,
the one I’d never leave,
the only one to know me,
as our threads of life will weave.
Stephen E. Gibson