Garden

Be my blossom.
Expose yourself to me.
When you bloom, hold out your smooth petals
If you trust, allow me to pick away the flaws.

Be my rose.
The beauty that surrounds me and causes me to float on air.
The thorn that shoves the harsh truth in my face when needed.
The stem that holds me high above the masses.

Be my daisy.
The colorful aura that brightens my day.
The simple flower who blooms and shrivels quick and silently.
The simplest child and the most adored by every bright eyed spectator.

Be my Lily.
The only one who forces a smile on emotion filled days.
The bud that holds me above chilled waters while sacrificing yourself.
Be true and allow the warmth and burn to echo in your whispered words.

Be my Garden.
The place I plant the seed's of my hopes and dreams.
The soil I trust to support the weight of my demands.
The root's of my life and my soul.

Be my expectations.
Be my wishing well.
Be my anchor.
Be my love.