Here, a small bright blossom
that contains a wish,
a hope,
a fantasy,
a dream
you hold dear,
a love you crave,
a life you desire,
a treat you deserve.
My gift to you,
My wish for you,
My prayer over you,
My love of you
is all contained
within this
small, fragile,
world,
soft and fragrant,
sweet and kind,
and forgiving
of the fact
that I plucked it
from the source of
its beauty, now fleeting,
because you
are worth the life
of a small, bright blossom,
lasting,
and far lovelier.
Take it.
Together
we will be,
fragile, mortal,
and fleetingly beautiful,
holding out hope for more
as we get less than
we deserve.
