Young woman…you are a rose and no other flower.

I am sick and tired of seeing dandelions in my garden,giving their seed to any wind that blows in the mist,

being satisfied with relations rather than relationships.Are you serious? Has morality come down to this?

Do you remember how you became so red? Do you remember how you came to grow your thorns?

You were beaten until your petals bled, and a thorn grew for each one of your mourns.

So continue to grow strong. Don’t let the rain bring you down,

Because It’s the prettiest flowers that get picked off the ground.

So if your blossom doesn’t come early, and maybe running late.

Rejoice and be happy, because Good things come to those who wait

So continue to grow till you blossom. Keep your stem straight and tall,

and mostly keep those petals up, because you still remain the prettiest flower of all.