The Flower......

The flower from the bud grows
It gradually but surely produces petals, pretty fragile petals
Grows tall above the ground in knew for a while
away from the zone of mediocrity to a higher conformity, the unknown.
It's is not afraid to be seen by the world despite the repercussions
It's not afraid of the bee that may feed from its nectar
It's not afraid to be trampled on or plucked from its stem,
It blooms as if it boasting of its colors, its beauty, its fragrance and elegance

The flower from the bud grows,
It does not take a day or two to bloom
Its much longer, time is of the essence
Its parts are carefully intertwined and woven
the grand finale is a treasure to take for pleasure
with no equivalent measure, you can stare for leisure

The flower from the bud grows
Without time taken, thats faking the beauty in the making
It needs the water, the sun, the care, the pamper.
To be embraced in its totality, the beauty for the world to see.
Love like the flower needs time to grow
It needs to be pampered, shared and embraced
Not afraid of the repercussions of vulnerability
It holds fast to trust and mutual respect

Love like the flower........